It's All Over Now, 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 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, they're 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, 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.
     
     

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