It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

Hey Joe, you got it Right, blow horn You must leave now Take what you need, you think will last But what ever you wish to keep, you, you better grab it fast Yoder stands your orphan with his gun, and that's no for Crying like a fire in the sun So, so look out, babe, the saints are comin' through Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sins Take what ever you gathered, take what ever you gathered from coincidence The empty-handed painter from your streets is drawing crazy patters on your sheets And babe, the sky too, is folding over you Oba trotzdem, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue Und vergiÃ? nicht deine High-Heels, deine High-Heels deine heiÃ?en, roten Schuh', Baby Blue Leave your stepping stones behind, something that calls for you Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you Your lover who's just walked out the door he has taken all his blankets from the floor, Jesus Look out, babe, the saints are coming through Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue Go, Strike another match, go, go, start a new, start something new Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue Still lovin', baby Und wenns'd mi hearst, dann waÃ?t eh wen i man, OK There's a couple of drinks more, please