Don't talk, don't say a thing   'Cause your eyes, they tell me more than your words   Don't go, don't leave me now   'Cause they say the best way out is through      And I am short on words   Knowing what's occurred   She begins to leave because of me      Her bag is now much heavier   I wish that I could carry her   But this is our ungodly hour      I know you're leaving now   'Cause I held on to my way tightly   Stay still until you know   Tomorrow finds the best way out is through      And I am short on words   Knowing what's occurred   She begins to leave because of me      Her bag is now much heavier   I wish that I could carry her   But this is our ungodly hour   Ungodly hour, ungodly hour      And I am short on words   Knowing what's occurred   She begins to leave because of me      Her bag is now much heavier   I wish that I could carry her   But this is our ungodly hour   Ungodly hour, ungodly hour      Her bag is now much heavier   I wish that I could carry her   But this is our ungodly hour