-b.dylan, Circa.1964
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 You Orphan With His Gun
Crying Like A Fire In The Sun
Lookout, The Saints Are Coming Through
And Its 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
The Sky, Too, Is Folding Under You
And Its All Over Now, Baby Blue
All Your Seasick Sailors — They’re All Rowing Home
All Your Reindeer Armies, They’re All Going Home