It´s All Over Now, Baby Blue

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.

But whatever you wish to keep, you’d better grab it fast.

Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,

Crying like a fire in the sun.

Look out the saints are coming 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.

The 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 you, 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.