This Is the Ballad - 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