You must leave now, take what you need you think will lastBut whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fastYonder stands your orphan with his gunCrying like a fire in the sunLook out, the saints are coming throughAnd it’s all over now, Baby Blue
The highway is for gamblers, better use your senseTake what you have gathered from coincidenceThe empty-handed painter from your streetsIs drawing crazy patterns on your sheetsThe sky too is folding under youAnd it’s all over now, Baby Blue
All your seasick sailors, they’re all rowing homeYour empty-handed army is all going homeYour lover who just walked out the doorHas taken all his blankets from the floorThe carpet too is moving under youAnd it’s all over now, Baby Blue
Leave your steppingstones behind thereSomething calls for youForget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow youThe vagabond who’s rapping at your doorIs standing in the clothes that you once woreStrike another match, go start anewAnd it’s all over now, Baby Blue
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