I

told

Al-

thea

I

was

fee-

ling

lost

La-

cking

in

some

di-

rec-

tion

Al-

the-

a

told

me

u-

pon

scru-

ti-

ny

My

back

might

need

pro-

tec-

tion

I

told

Al-

thea

that

trea-

che-

ry

Was

tea-

ring

me

limb

from

limb

Al-

the-

a

told

me:

now

cool

down

boy

Se-

ttle

back

ea-

sy

Jim

You

may

be

Sa-

tur-

day's

child

all

grown

Mo-

ving

with

a

pinch

of

grace

You

may

be

a

clown

in

the

bu-

ry-

ing

ground

Or

just

a-

no-

ther

pre-

tty

face

You

may

be

the

fate

of

O-

phe-

lia

Slee-

ping

and

per-

chance

to

dream

Ho-

nest

to

the

point

of

reck-

less-

ness

Self

cen-

tered

to

the

ex-

treme

Ain't

no-

bo-

dy

mes-

sing

with

you

but

you

Your

friends

are

ge-

tting

most

con-

cerned

Loose

with

the

truth

May-

be

it's

your

fire

But

ba-

by...

don't

get

burned

When

the

smoke

has

cleared,

she

said

That's

what

she

said

to

me

You're

going

to

want

a

bed

to

lay

your

head

And

a

li-

ttle

sym-

pa-

thy

There

are

things

you

can

re-

place

And

o-

thers

you

can-

not

The

time

has

come

to

weigh

those

things

This

space

is

ge-

tting

hot

You

know

this

space

is

ge-

tting

hot

I

told

Al-

thea

I'm

a

ro-

ving

sign

That

I

was

born

to

be

a

ba-

chelor

Al-

thea

told

me:

O-

k

that's

fine

So

now

I'm out

try-

ing

to

catch

her

Can't

talk

to

you

with-

out

tal-

king

to

me

We're

guil-

ty

of

the

same

old

thing

Tal-

king

a

lot

a-

bout

less

and

less

And

for-

ge-

tting

the

love

we

bring