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