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 The 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
There's not a lot of time And the feeling is slow Will the hurt be generous Will it ever be known
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 I wandered out the back and held my ground I wandered out the back and held my ground I wandered out the back and held my ground
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