Pocket Stuff-Leaving It All Behind

When you take your last and final gasp In the very spot that you last sat And they empty your pockets of all you have I wonder what they'll find Will it be a lot of fluff and lint Meaningless stuff on what you spent Your hard earned dime, your last good cent What will you leave behind Is that how they will remember you The pocket stuff that they pick through How much will stand in the truth And how much will be lies Think about it now before you drop With what will you fill your pockets up Will it be more than enough To get you to the other side When you leave all this behind