Riff 5A x 7 Riff 5B x 1 Lyrics: 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 lo (azchords.com)