I told Althea that treachery
Moving with a pinch of grace
Althea told me, okay that's fine
This space is gettin' hot
The time has come to weigh those things
Was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me, now cool down boy
Baby I hope you don't get burned
Nobody messin' with you but you
You may be Saturday's child all grown
Althea told me upon scrutiny
You may be the fate of Ophelia
I told Althea, I was a roving sign
And a little sympathy
You know now I'm trying to catch her
Self-centered to the extreme
There are things you can replace
Can't talk to you without talking to me
Sleeping and perchance to dream
We're guilty of the same old things
You may be a clown in the burial ground
I was born to be a bachelor
That my back might need protection
Thinking a lot about less and less
Your friends are getting most concerned
When the smoke has cleared, she said
Settle back easy, Jim
You know this space is gettin' hot
You're gonna want a bed to lay your head
And others you cannot
Or just another pretty face
That's what she said to me
Honest to the point of recklessness
Loose with the truth, maybe it's your fire
