At The Gate Testo

Will it be my Uncle Ronnie? I barely knew him when he left.
He was only nineteen when he crashed that red Corvette.
Or will it be my Great-Grandmother with some cookies that she baked?
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate?
Will it be my good friend Matthew, who spent his life in a chair?
Will he come runnin' to me the day I get up there?
Or that bully back in High School: I told my Momma that I hate?
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate?
Will it be a choir of Angels or some Heavenly refrain?
Or St Peter, like I've always heard, with his big book of names?
Will it be my old dog, Bailey, who died when I was eight?
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate?
I pray it's not my wife, my daughter or my son,
'Cause that would mean the good Lord took 'em before my time was done.
Tonight they're all sound asleep as I lie here wide awake,
And wonder who's gonna meet me at the gate?
We're brought into this world,
With God knows how many years:
We crawl, we walk, we run, we dance,
We cry a million tears.
And in a flash, our lives are over,
An' we're face to face with fate.
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate?
Who's gonna greet me at the gate?