[00:00.00] 作词 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia
[00:24.78]I told Althea, I was feeling lost
[00:30.78]Lacking in some direction
[00:36.36]Althea told me upon scrutiny
[00:39.90]That my back might need protection
[00:48.06]I told Althea that treachery
[00:54.00]Was tearing me limb from limb
[00:59.61]Althea told me, now cool down boy
[01:05.82]Settle back easy, Jim
[01:34.41]You may be Saturday's child all grown
[01:40.68]Moving with a pinch of grace
[01:46.08]You may be a clown in the burial ground
[01:52.14]Or just another pretty face
[01:57.72]You may be the fate of Ophelia
[02:03.03]Sleeping and perchance to dream
[02:09.72]Honest to the point of recklessness
[02:15.06]Self-centered to the extreme
[02:44.49]Nobody messin' with you but you
[02:50.07]Your friends are getting most concerned
[02:55.83]Loose with the truth, maybe it's your fire
[03:01.80]Baby I hope you don't get burned
[03:07.56]When the smoke has cleared, she said
[03:13.23]That's what she said to me
[03:19.05]You're gonna want a bed to lay your head
[03:24.84]And a little sympathy
[03:54.21]There are things you can replace
[04:00.39]And others you cannot
[04:05.67]The time has come to weigh those things
[04:11.91]This space is gettin' hot
[04:17.04]You know this space is gettin' hot
[04:46.02]I told Althea, I was a roving sign
[04:52.44]I was born to be a bachelor
[04:57.48]Althea told me, okay that's fine
[05:01.77]You know now I'm trying to catch her
[05:11.58]Can't talk to you without talking to me
[05:14.22]We're guilty of the same old things
[05:21.09]Thinking a lot about less and less
[05:26.58]And forgetting the love we bring

作词 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia
作曲 : Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia
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 burial 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-centered to the extreme
Nobody messin' with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, maybe it's 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
I told Althea, I was a roving sign
I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, okay that's fine
You know now I'm trying to catch her
Can't talk to you without talking to me
We're guilty of the same old things
Thinking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring