歌詞

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 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 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 you without talking to me We're guilty of the same old thing Talking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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