must go now, take what you need
,
what you think it will last,
But that you want to keep,
'd better take it fast.
Over there is your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire
in the sun.
Look, the saints are coming and everything and ended
, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your conscience
,
grab what you saved by chance.
The poor painter from your streets is drawing crazy
on your sheets.
The sky, too, is folded under you and everything and ended
, Baby Blue.
All your sailors sick, home row
All your defeated army back home.
The lover who just got out of your door,
taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you.
and all it's over, Baby Blue.
Quit your steps,
someone calls you.
Forget the dead you left,
not follow you.
The vagabond who knocks on your door, takes the clothes
were once yours.
Turns another match, and everything and ended
, Baby Blue.
