Baby Blue - Barry McGuire

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