Althea

I told Althea I 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 grown
 Moving with a tinge 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 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 you without talking to me
 We're guilty of the same old thing
 Talking a lot about less and less
 And forgetting the love we bring