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-centered to the extreme      Nobody messin' with you but you   Your friends are getting most concerned   Loose with the truth, maybe it's 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 was a roving sign   I was born to be a bachelor   Althea told me, okay that's fine   You know 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