Althea (Grateful Dead)


I told Althea I was feelin lost, lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery was tearin me limb from limb
Althea told me, "Cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim"

You may Saturday's child all grown, movin with a pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burying ground or just another pretty face
You may the fate of Ophelia, sleeping and perchance to dream
Almost to the point of recklessness, self-centered, even streamed

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, I hope you don't get burnt
"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
Time has come to weigh those things
This place is getting hot
This space is getting hot

I told Althea I'm a roving sign, and I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me "Okay, that's fine," and now I'm tryin to catch her
Can't talk to you without talkin to me, we're guilty of the same old thing
Thinkin more and more about less and less, forgetting the love that we bring