Songtext von 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 pinch 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 me without talking to you We're guilty of the same old thing Talking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring