Althea Lyrics - Without A Net (live) - Grateful Dead

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 back 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 

Or just another pretty face 

You may be the fate of Ophelia 

Sleeping and perchance to dream 

Honest to the point of recklessness 

Self-centred to the extreme 

Ain't nobody messin' 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 

You're gonna want a bed to lay your head 

And a little sympathy 

There are things you can replace 

And others you cannot 

The time has come to weigh those things 

This space is gettin' hot 

You know this space is gettin' hot