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; all those saints are coming through

And it's all over know baby blue.

And it's all over know baby blue.



The highway is for gamblers, you 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.



The sky too is folding under you,

And it's all over know baby blue.



All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home

All your empty-handed armies are all going home.

Your lover who has 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 know baby blue.



Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something calls for you

Forget about 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 know baby blue.

And it's all over know baby blue.

And it's all over know baby blue.










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