Chords Of Fame

You must leave now, take what you need

You think will last

But whatever you wish to keep

You'd 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 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 you

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 a-new

And it's all over now, baby blue