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 whatever you wish to keep
 You, you better grab it fast
 You understands
 Your orphan with his gun
 And that's no fun
 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 whatever you gathered
 Take whatever you gathered
 From your coincidence
 The empty handed painter
 From your streets
 Is drawing crazy patters
 On his sheets
 And babe, the sky too
 Is folding over you
 Oba trotzdem, was vorbei is
 Is vorbei, baby blue
 Und vergi nicht deine
 High heels, deine high heels
 Deine heien, roten schuh'
 Baby blue
 Leave your stepping stones behind
 There's something that calls for you
 Forget the dead you've left
 They will not follow you
 Your lover who has just walked
 Out the door
 He has taken all his blankets
 From the floor, Jesus
 Look out, babe
 The saints are comin' through
 Oba, was vorbei is
 Is vorbei, baby blue
 Go, strike another match, go, go
 Get, start something new
 Start something new
 Oba, was vorbei is
 Is vorbei, baby blue
 Still lovin', baby
 Und wenns'd mi hearst
 Dann wat eh wen I man, okay
 There's a couple of drinks more, please