I told
AltheaI was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny
my back might need protection

I told Althea that treachery
was tearin me limb from limb
Althea told me:
now cool down boy
-settle back easy Jim

You may be
Saturday's child all grownmoving with a pinch of graceYou may be a clown in the burying groundor just another pretty faceYou may be the fate of Opheliasleeping and perchance to dream -honest to the point of recklessnessself 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
but 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 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 I'm a roving sign
-that I was born to be a bachelor
-Althea told me: Ok that's fine
-So now I'm out trying to catch her
Can't talk to me without talking to you
We're guilty of the same old thing
Talking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring