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 street Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Ah, leave your stepping stones behind, someone calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they can not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore So strike another match, we'll start anew.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
