Vārdi: Bob Dylan. Bringing All Back Home. It's All Over Now, 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 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 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
Your empty handed army
Is all going home

Your lover, who just walked out the 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
Now, something that 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