Baby Blue

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 street
 Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
 This sky, too, is folding under you
 And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
 Ah, leave your stepping stones behind, someone calls for you.
 Forget the dead you've left, they can not follow you.
 The vagabond who's rapping at your door
 Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
 So strike another match, we'll start anew.