Lyrics
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny
That my back might need some protection
I told Althea that treachery
Was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me, better cool down boy
And to settle back easy, Jim
You may be Saturday's 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
And self-centered to the extreme
Ain't nobody messin' with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, maybe it's your fire
Baby don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said
That's what she said to me
You're gonna want a bed to lay your head
And a little bit of that sympathy
There are things you can replace
And others you cannot
The time has come to weigh those things
This space is gettin' hot
You know this space is gettin' hotter
Oh lord
I told Althea, I'm a roving sign
That I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, OK that's fine
So now I'm trying to catch her
Can't talk to you without talking to me
We're guilty of the same old things
Talking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring