terça-feira, 19 de novembro de 2013




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
 All your reindeer armies, are 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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