Well, all good things pass
And your boy got himself into some trouble again
But all my friends are bound to share in this denial
And the comin' of the Lord couldn't keep me from
A down-South comeback smile
That Oklahoman popsicle frozen, empties on a burn pile
So keep us in your prayers
We've been burnin' that midnight oil
What if I told you it'll never burn out now?
Well, and the comin' of the Lord couldn't keep us from
God's unending love
That Oklahoman popsicle frozen, empties on barren blood
Well, all good things pass, but there are better things ahead
Nostalgia has a way of lookin' better in your head
You'll turn around to see eyes brown shinin' in deep June
Well, all good things pass, there's tin and blood
And all good things pass
Like the cold Philadelphian winter streets
On New Year's Eve when I couldn't find my way home
Well, and the comin' of the Lord couldn't keep me from
Cryin' on the telephone
With McGlinchey's open, my hands were frozen, pilin' empties all day long
Well, all good things pass
And your boy done got himself into some trouble again
But all my friends are bound to pass this grin around
Well, and the comin' of the Lord couldn't keep us from
A curse word back down South
That Oklahoman popsicle frozen while mama says to watch your mouth
Well, all good things pass
And your boy has got himself into some trouble again
But all my friends are bound to share in this denial
