This is the ballad of drinking rye whiskey And sleeping till 2 on a warm afternoon Telling your journal how badly you miss me And you can't believe I'll be coming so soon This is the ballad of anticipation Waiting and waiting and waiting and then Finally getting the one you've been wanting And guess what it's time to start waiting again This is the ballad we all must sing While we wait to find out what tomorrow will bring This is the ballad of long conversations Heavy with silence and shuddering breaths You're self destructing your voice is all shaken My reservations are all I have left This is the ballad of trying to grow flowers So life will seem like it has meaning and stuff Finding out all of those beautiful flowers Will never be anywhere close to enough This is the ballad we all must sing While we wait to find out what tomorrow will bring This is the ballad of drinking rye whiskey Distilled in a barn that burned down around it Find myself saying what I should be thinking Your figure is flawless I'm so glad I found it This is the ballad we all must sing While we wait to find out what tomorrow will bring While we wait to find out what tomorrow will bring I can't wait to find out what tomorrow will bring