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 down easy jim you may be saturday s child all grown moving with a pinch of grace you may be a clown in the burying ground 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 nobody messing 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 gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy there are things we can replace and others we cannot the time has come to weigh those things this space is getting hot you know this space is getting hot  i told althea im a roving sign i was born to be a bachelor althea told me okay that s fine you know 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 