Althea (Live at Folsom Field, Boulder, CO, 7/14/2018)

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 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 tinge 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 Baby, 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 And 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 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