Morale is low, the weather's good   Thought it might be understood   Not alone, the rest is more or less the rest   Would you be so kind as you can be   Thought it'd start to bother me   And please don't stop   Until I tell you something else      There's not a lot of time   And the feeling is slow   Will the hurt be generous?   Will it ever be known?      The weather's bad, the room is cold   Lights are off in the house down the road   You pass the time, I'll try to stay the wait alone   Would it help to ask and be polite?   If not it'll wait an overnight   To be so bold   I thought I'd tell you something else      If you stop me, ask me why   You can't help it if you try   So try and try and try and try      I wandered out the back and held my ground