Good Things Come to Those Who Wait Songtext
von Jason & the Scorchers

The prison guards are changing
While the inmates wait to slumber
Outside the walls the crickets sing
While another man goes under

Me, I watch the seconds turn
From minutes into hours
While our love cuts through it all
Like searchlights in the towers

But good things come to those who wait
Grandpa used to tell me "Son, narrow is the gate!"
Now I hear the soldiers coming
Their voices full of hate
But good things come
Good things come to those who wait


Our love was born one winter night
One Iowa December
A treasure I hold deep inside
No effort to remember

For though you are so far away
Ten thousand miles of sorrow
This prison camp cannot kill
Our blessed free tomorrow

Now I still see that Iowa home
You on the front porch waiting alone

But good things come to those who wait
The devil′s eye is fading from the center of our fate
Now the end it may be coming
And the world's so full of hate
But good things come
Good things come to those who wait