Althea                                                 Rukind-tab
(Hunter)                                                 Deadstein

I told Althea I was feeling lost, lackin’ in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery was tearin’ me limb from limb
Althea told me, better, cool down boy settle back, easy Jim.

You may be Saturday’s child all grown movin’ with pinch of grace.
You may be a clown in the burying ground or just another pretty face.
You my be the fate of Ophelia sleepin’ and perchance to dream.
Honest to the point of recklessness self-centered to the extreme

Ain’t nobody messin’ with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned.
Loose with the truth baby, it’s your fire, but baby don’t get burned.
When the smoke has cleared she said, that’s what she said to me.
Gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy.

There are things you can replace and others you can not
The time has come to weigh those things.
This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot.

I told Althea I’m a roving sign And I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, okay, that’s fine So now I’m tryin’ to catch her
Can’t talk to you without talkin’ to me
We’re guilty of the same old things.
Thinkin’ a lot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring.