Morale

Morale is low, the weather's good

Thought it might be understood

You're 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