IT'S ALL OVER
NOW, BABY BLUE
(Bob Dylan)
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.
Outtake from The Byrds "Turn!Turn!Turn!"  
Columbia Records 1965
The Byrds "Ballad Of
Easy Rider" 
Columbia Records 1969
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