Tekstovi: Grandaddy. Sumday. The Final Push To The Sum.

I never know their names
But I smile just the same
New faces, strange places
Most everything I see
Becomes a blur to me

And I'm wasted because
The fast pace is too much
Here at the final push to the sum

If my old life is done
Then what have I become?
What have I become?

Every now and then
The memories creep in
A breeze and blue skies
The trees and you and I

But that old life is done
I guess that I've moved on
To new faces and strange places
Here at the final push to the sum

If my old life is done
Then what have I become?
What have I become?

What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?
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