I told Althea I was feeling lost, lackiní
in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery was teariní me limb from limb
Althea told me, better, cool down boy settle back, easy Jim.
You may be Saturdayís child all grown moviní
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 sleepiní and perchance to dream.
Honest to the point of recklessness self-centered to the extreme
Ainít nobody messiní with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned.
Loose with the truth baby, itís your fire, but baby donít get burned.
When the smoke has cleared she said, thatís 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 Iím a roving sign And I was
born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, okay, thatís fine So now Iím tryiní to catch her
Canít talk to you without talkiní to me
Weíre guilty of the same old things.
Thinkiní a lot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring.