Baby Blue

(альбом: Eve Of Destruction - 1965)

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 coming 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