It was still dark outside
When I woke up in the morning,
Still swallowing my pride
while my bunk mate kept on snoring.

When I woke up this morning
I still remembered every line,
while my bunkmate kept on snoring,
softly keeping time.

I still remembered every line
that I threw into her face,
softly keeping time
with my own thoughts of disgrace.

That I threw into her face
those nasty things I said,
with my own thoughts of disgrace,
I crawled out of my bed.

Those nasty things I said,
they haunted me through the night.
I crawled out of my bed
hoping, yearning for some light.

They haunted me through the night,
and, still swallowing my pride,
I went to find her and make things right.
It was still dark outside