Baby Blue-Bob Dylan

Baby Blue - Bob Dylan 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 Your empty handed painter from the streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets This light it is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue All your seasick sailors, they are all rowing home All your reindeer armies, they are all going home Your broken hearted lover out the 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, 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