The 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 start to bother me

And please don't stop, until I tell you somethin' 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 a long

Would it help to ask and be polite

If not in waitin' overnight

To be so bold I thought I'd tell you somethin' else

* repeat chorus

You can't stop me asking why

You can't help it if you tried

To try, and try, and try and try

I wondered out the back and held my ground (x 4)