Story Behind The Song

Speculations on what follows death.

Lyrics

I've been lately thinking, really scratchin' my head

You see my time is running out, and I wonder what lies ahead

So as with all great questions, I'm doin' a little search

And Googlin' up some answers, before I'm coffined up in church

Now it seems the best of minds, have determined if I address

My I's and T's, my P's and Q's, and always do my best

I'll die knowing there's no worry, that I have nothing to fear

For my Savior's out there waiting, he's got my rear



What does the future hold

Will it be what's been foretold

I wanna know what's comin' round

When I'm done being old



On this there's a difference of opinion, He might not even be a "he"

And maybe I 'm headed for Hell, or a little purgatory

Or maybe I'll find a pack of virgins, if I'm one of those righteous few

Or maybe nothing awaits me...... in an existential stew.

Or it could be like Blake's Garden, Garden of Earthly Delights

Or like a Kodak moment, or like an Ah-hah! Insight

Maybe I'll be with loved ones, family, dogs and friends

But what happens to those ass holes I'd rather not see again?



What does the future hold

Will it be what's been foretold

I wanna know what's comin' round

When I'm done being old



Now one thing I found in common, with all these scenarios

Is that each seems to think their way is the way it's gotta go

So if it's just a matter of opinion, of what you want too believe

I have a few thoughts to propose on what might be right for me





What does the future hold

Will it be what's been foretold

I wanna know what's comin' round

When I'm done being old



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