I told Althea I was feeling lost
lacking in some direction
Althea told me about scrutiny
and that might need protection
I told Althea a treachery
was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me "Now, cool down boy,
settle back, easy kid."
You may be Saturday's child, all alone
and moving with a tinge of grace
You may be a cloud in the varying crowd
or just another pretty face.
You may meet the fate of Ophelia
sleeping and the chance to dream
honest to the point of recklessness
self-centered to the extreme
Ain't nobody messing with you, but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, baby it's your find
Baby, don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared she said,
that's what she said to me
I only want a bed to lay your head
and a little smypathy
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 son
and I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, OK, that's fine,
so now I'm trying to catch her.
I can't talk to you without talking to me
we're guilty of the same old thing
Thinking a lot about less and less
and forgetting the love we bring |
