Where I m from, we don t think of dying We see his face and our feet are flying To the place where the walls are made of things We lock the door and ignore our fearing While his eyes, through the wall, are peering And now and then, one of us will start to sing Peter, don t you miss my number Where it s written in your golden ledger Peter, don t you miss my number now Peter, see that you will know me when I come to call at the gates of heaven Peter, don t you miss my number now Where I m from, we don t see the old ones Put their lives in a place where no one Has to see such a horrifying thing But where they live, the walls are falling down You can see the light and you can hear the sound Of the song an astounding number sing Peter, don t you miss my number Where it s written in your golden ledger Peter, don t you miss my number now Peter, see that you will know me when I come to call at the gates of heaven Peter, don t you miss my number now