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 baby, the saints are comin' through
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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-ooo
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Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the debt you left that will not follow you
Your lover who has just walked through the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet too is foldin' over you
Well strike another match, yeah, go start a-new, go start a-new
'Cause it's all over now baby blue
Hey, hey, yeah, it's all over, it's all over now baby blue
It's all over, it's all over now oh yeah...