This Is The Ballad Lyrics - Most Messed Up - Old 97's

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