I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny
That my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery
Was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me, Now, cool down, boy
Settle down easy, Jim
You may be Saturdays child all grown
Moving with a pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burying ground
Or just another pretty face
You may be the fate of Ophelia
Sleeping and perchance to dream
Honest to the point of recklessness
Self centered to the extremе
Aint nobody messing with you but you
Your friends are gеtting most concerned
Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire
But baby I hope you dont get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said
Thats what she said to me
Youre gonna want a bed to lay your head
And a little sympathy
There are things you can replace
And others you cannot
The time has come to weigh those things
This space is getting hot
You know this space is getting hot
I told Althea Im a roving sign
I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me: Okay, thats fine
And now Im out trying to catch her
Cant talk to you without talking to me
Were guilty of the same old thing
Thinking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring