Tytuł: It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

• Wykonawca: Bob Dylan
• Wyświetleń: 235

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 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, are all going home
  Your lover who just walked 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 a new
  And it's all over now, Baby Blue.