LET TOMORROW WAIT TILL MORNING Bubba Patrick featuring Darlene [Intro — fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft piano] [Verse 1 — Bubba, male lead] There’s an envelope beside the sugar, And a calendar with half the squares marked through. I’ve been staring at the numbers after supper, Like another look might tell me what to do. But the office won’t be open till tomorrow, And I’ve written down the questions I should ask. I put the paper underneath my glasses, Let my shoulders settle back at last. [Chorus — Bubba lead; Darlene, female harmony] Let tomorrow wait till morning, Let this evening have its turn. There’s a little daylight fading, There’s a porch light left to burn. We’ve done what we can do for now, There’ll be time to make that call. Let tomorrow wait till morning, We don’t have to hold it all. [Verse 2 — Bubba] Trigger brought his leash into the kitchen, Dropped it like a meeting had been called. I said, “Boy, I’m working through some business.” He just stood there looking mighty small. So we took the short way down around the corner, He inspected every mailbox on the street. I’d been trying to live through next November; He was happy with the grass beneath his feet. [Chorus — Bubba lead; Darlene, female harmony] Let tomorrow wait till morning, Let this evening have its turn. There’s a little daylight fading, There’s a porch light left to burn. We’ve done what we can do for now, There’ll be time to make that call. Let tomorrow wait till morning, We don’t have to hold it all. [Instrumental — mellow harmonica over acoustic guitar] [Verse 3 — Bubba] Back at home, I checked the kitchen window, Put some water in the kettle on the stove. Left my list where I could find it in the morning, Then sat down beside the one I love. We talked about a bird she’d seen that afternoon, And a neighbor getting ready for a move. Nothing on that paper disappeared, But for a while, the evening had some room. [Bridge — Darlene, female solo] If there’s something that needs doing, We can take that step tonight. If you need someone to talk to, We can leave the kitchen light. [Bubba — male lead] But a question with no answer yet Can rest beside that pen. [Bubba and Darlene — male and female duet] We can ask the Lord for guidance, Get some sleep, and try again. [Final Chorus — Bubba lead; Darlene, full female harmony] Let tomorrow wait till morning, Let this evening have its turn. There’s a little music playing, There’s a porch light left to burn. We’ve done what we can do for now, There’ll be time to make that call. Let tomorrow wait till morning, We don’t have to hold it all. [Outro — Bubba, softly sung] I set the coffee out for morning, Heard old Trigger settling down. Said, “Father, thank You for this evening,” And let the house grow quiet all around. [End — soft piano and acoustic guitar]
