| Lyrics: | You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you
better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the
sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The
highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from
coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your
sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All
your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
Your empty handed armies, are all going
home.
Your lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the
floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave
your stepping stones behind now, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will
not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you
once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
