Tytuł: Althea

• Wykonawca: Grateful Dead
• Wyświetleń: 247

Althea
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  I told Althea I was feeling lost
  lacking in some direction
  Althea told me about scrutiny
  and that might need protection
  
  I told Althea a treachery
  was tearing me limb from limb
  Althea told me "Now, cool down boy,
  settle back, easy kid."
  
  You may be Saturday's child, all alone
  and moving with a tinge of grace
  You may be a cloud in the varying crowd
  or just another pretty face.
  
  You may meet the fate of Ophelia
  sleeping and the chance to dream
  honest to the point of recklessness
  self-centered to the extreme
  
  Ain't nobody messing with you, but you
  Your friends are getting most concerned
  Loose with the truth, baby it's your find
  Baby, don't get burned
  
  When the smoke has cleared she said,
  that's what she said to me
  I only want a bed to lay your head
  and a little smypathy
  
  There are things you can replace
  and others you can not,
  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 son
  and I was born to be a bachelor
  Althea told me, OK, that's fine,
  so now I'm trying to catch her.
  
  I 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