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 better cool down boy, settle back, easy jim

You may be saturdays child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace
You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face
You may meet the fate on ophelia, sleeping and penchence to dream
Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme

Aint nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, baby, its your fire, but baby dont get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said, thats what she said to me
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 Im a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, okay, thats fine, so now Im trying to catch her
Cant talk to you without talking to me, were guilty of the same old thing
Been talking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring