Morale

Written by Oakey / Marsh / Ware

Don’t talk
Close the door
You’ve been here before

Your shape dim
I’m an old man now
The air’s thin
The walls very damp now

And if I don’t go
I’ll always be stuck here in this poor little room
With a view of the corner

I don’t forget
The light growing weak now
Experience is useless
Unless you can learn

And I’ve never met anyone
Who used their knowledge
To avoid those mistakes made again and again

And if I don’t go
I’ll always be stuck here in this poor little room
With a view of the corner