Texty: Dave McNamara. A Gentleman Waits.

Just try it out, give him a call
He only worries to intrude
The boy he loves is not in town
The things he does are run by sound

Sometimes I fear that your worry is genuine
And I want to cry, but I know it is a gentleman who
Waits until the empty room is clouded up with smoke
Anything that's ever been is below what he knows

I sort of watched him die, there was nothing really shown
I've been hard on myself since I called him up at home
Don't you think that I should have somehow known?
Don't you think there were signs?

You know he denies any intentions with you
But you know that these things can't be held to be true
You should ask him when you're sure that you are both alone
There's no pressure when it is just him, the one, and home

He's a good man, he's an asshole, he's Dylan's hard rain
I hate to see you quit the world for some aspect of shame
Pick a poison, write a letter, you'll be on your way
Merlin's memory has been waiting for the day

I sort of watched him die, there was nothing really shown
I've been hard on myself since I called him up at home
Don't you think that I should have somehow known?
Don't you think there were signs?

(Thanks to Dave for these lyrics)