Just try it out, give him a callnHe only worries to intrudenThe boy he loves is not in townnThe things he does are run by soundnnSometimes I fear that your worry is genuinenAnd I want to cry, but I know it is a gentleman whonWaits until the empty room is clouded up with smokenAnything that's ever been is below what he knowsnnI sort of watched him die, there was nothing really shownnI've been hard on myself since I called him up at homenDon't you think that I should have somehow known?nDon't you think there were signs?nnYou know he denies any intentions with younBut you know that these things can't be held to be truenYou should ask him when you're sure that you are both alonenThere's no pressure when it is just him, the one, and homennHe's a good man, he's an asshole, he's Dylan's hard rainnI hate to see you quit the world for some aspect of shamenPick a poison, write a letter, you'll be on your waynMerlin's memory has been waiting for the daynnI sort of watched him die, there was nothing really shownnI've been hard on myself since I called him up at homenDon't you think that I should have somehow known?nDon't you think there were signs?