As we reach the twilight hours of our fleeting earthly time And know we will not see the sun tomorrow We may think with deep regret of all the things we leave behind But oh, my friends, do not give in to sorrow / dg d dg d / dg a dg d / : On the other shore, on the other shore We will reunite with all the things we ever owned before Our single socks will all be to their rightful pairs restored We'll meet all our possessions on the other shore / dg d dg d / dg d - a / dg d - g / g d da d / As we near those golden sidewalks floating on the clouds above Assuming heaven is our destination We may glance behind for one last look at everything we love But truly there's no call for reservations On the other shore, on the other shore We'll have piles and piles of jeans we can't fit into anymore
We'll wear all those crazy cowboy shirts we got from Fred Labour We'll meet all our possessions on the other shore We'll find books we bought in college and sold for half-price unread And sacks and sacks of earring backs lost under someone's bed And baseball cards and army men and model planes galore And every tiny plastic high-heel Barbie ever wore / gc g gc d / dg d dg a / : On the other shore, on the other shore We'll have giant storage units free of charge for evermore Where our tax receipts will all be saved in bags upon the floor We'll meet all our possessions On the other shore, on the other shore We'll find National Geographics from 1974 Our children's art will cover God's refrigerator door We'll meet all our possessions on the other shore