Althea — текст песни (Grateful Dead)

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-centred to the extreme

Ain`t nobody messin` with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, maybe its 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`m a roving sign
That I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, OK that`s fine
So 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