Sencillo / Pista
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 a 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
Maybe the fate of Ophelia, sleeping and perchance to dream
Honest at 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 fire, but baby, I hope you don't get burned"
When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's 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
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, "Okay, that's fine," and now I'm trying to catch her
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