Treble Charger

Morale

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