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