Peggy came to me in my sleep
In the middle of the night on a friday night last week.
She whispered “hush child, now don’t be scared,
I got me a few words of wisdom that I came back to share.”

And she said “it doesn’t matter where you come from,
It matters where you go,
And no one gets remembered
For the things they didn’t do.”

I said “peggy won’t you stay here for a while?
We could drink whisky, we could play cards, we could get wild!”
She said “we’ll play poker and we’ll play for keeps;
I only play angels lately and they never let me cheat!”

“it doesn’t matter where you come from,
It matters where you go,
And no one gets remembered, in this listless life,
For the things they didn’t do.

“you could say I had a good start, you could say I had class,
And you could say that I was born beneath a ceiling made of glass.
But I always kept an open house, I always did right by my friends,
So when I got to st peter’s gate I told the keeper:
I’m not the one who needs to make amends.”

“cause better times are coming, better times ahead,
No one gets remembered, my deathless child,
So don’t rest too long in bed.”

And peggy said “it doesn’t matter where you come from,
It matters where you go,
And no one gets remembered, in this listless, loveless life,
For the things they didn’t do.”

And peggy sang the blues as I drifted off.
And peggy sang the blues as I drifted off.
While peggy sang the blues as I drifted off.
While peggy sang the blues, peggy sang the blues.