"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 centered to the extreme

 Ain't nobody messin with you but you
 your friends are getting most concerned -
 loose with the truth
 maybe it's your fire
 but baby...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"
-Althea, the Grateful Dead