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 back easy, Jim
You may be Saturday`s child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial 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-centred to the extreme
Ain`t nobody messin` with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire Baby I hope you 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 gettin` hot You know this space is gettin` 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 trying to catch her Can`t talk to you without talking to me We`re guilty of the same old things Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring
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