Tom:
Introdução: Bm A E A Bm A E
Bm A E A Bm A E
I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.
Bm A E A Bm A E
Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection.
A C#m D A
I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.
C#m E Bm A E
Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim.
Bm A E A
You may be Saturday's child, all grown,
Bm A E
Moving with a pinch of grace.
Bm A E A
You may be a clown in the burying ground,
Bm A E
Or just another pretty face.
A C#m D A
You may be the fate of Ophelia, sleeping and perchance to dream.
C#m E Bm A E
Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme.
Bm A E A
Ain't nobody messing with you, but you,
Bm A E
Your friends are getting most concerned.
Bm A E A Bm A E
Loose with the truth, baby it's your fire, but baby don't get burned.
A C#m D A
When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me.
C#m E Bm A E
Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy.
D G E
There are things you can replace, and others you cannot.
D G
The time has come to weigh those things.
E Bm A E
This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot.
Bm A E A Bm A E
I told Althea I'm a roving sign, and I was born to be a bachelor.
Bm A E A Bm A E
Althea told me, okay, that's fine, so now I'm trying to catch her.
A C#m
Can't talk to you without talking to me,
D A
We're guilty of the same old thing.
C#m E
Been thinking a lot about less and less
Bm A E
And forgetting the love we bring.
Bm A E
(fade out)