If it weren't gentle, there wouldn't be a smile, now, as he looks up at her. It's sad, to be sure -- but there. "Then that does me fine, lady-sai."

And then he busies himself with putting his boots back on.
I feel too young to hold on
And much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love, I'm waiting for you