(G#)(A)(A#) Bm   A add4  E  A (x2)
            (G#)(A)(A#) Bm           A     add4  E          A
                                    I told Althea I was feeling lost
            (G#)(A)(A#) Bm               A          E          add4
                                    Lacking in some direction
                                    Althea told me upon scrutiny
                                    That my back might need some protection

                                 (E)(F#)(G#) A                           C#m
                                                       I told Althea that treachery
                                                     D                                           A
                                                       Was tearin' me limb from limb
                                  (A)(B)(C) C#m                                       E
                                                       Althea told me, you better cool down boy
                               (G#)(A)(A#) Bm                                  A        E add4
                                                       You better settle back easy, Jim
                                                                                                                    (intro)

                                    You may be Saturday's child all grown
                                    Moving with a pinch of grace
                                    You may be a clown on the burial ground
                                    Or just another pretty face

                                                       You may be the face 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, baby, it's your fire
                                    Baby I hope you don't get burned

                                                       When the smoke had cleared she said
                                                       She said, that's  what she said to me
                                                       Gonna want a bed to lay your head
                                                       And a little bit of sympathy

                                                       (A)(B)(C#)  D                                   G
                                                                              There are things you can replace
                                                      (G)(F#)(F)  E
                                                                              And others you cannot
                                                       (A)(B)(C#)  D                                    G
                                                                              The time has come to weigh those things
                                                      (G)(F#)(F)  E
                                                                              This space is getting hot
                                                     (G#)(A)(A#) Bm                      A           add4     E -->
                                                                              You know this space is getting hot

                                    I told Althea I was a rogue inside
                                    And I was born to be a bachelor
                                    Althea told me, okay that's fine
                                    You know now I'm tryin' to catch her

                                                       Can't talk to you without talkin' to me
                                                       We're guilty of the same old things
                                                       Thinkin' a lot about less and less
                                                       And forgetting the love we bring...
                                                                          *Solo*   (verse)