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 bloom

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 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