Russell Morris - Baby blue

^B7You must leave now Take what you need, you t^Ahink will ^Elast But what^B7ever you wish to keep, you ^Abetter ^Egrab it fast. ^F#mYonder stands your ^Aorphan, with his ^Egun ^F#mCrying like a f^Aire in the ^Esun. ^G#7Look out the saints are ^Acomin' t^B7hrough And ^F#mit's all over ^Anow, baby ^Eblue.

^B7The highway is for gamblers, better ^Ause your ^Esins ^B7Take what you have gathered from ^Acoincidenc^Ee ^F#mThe empty-handed painter from ^Ayour s^Etreets ^F#mIs drawing crazy patterns ^Aon your ^Esheets ^G#7This sky too, is folding ^Aunder ^B7you And ^F#mit's all over ^Anow, baby ^Eblue.

^B7All your seasick sailors, they are ^Arowing ^Ehome ^B7All your reindeer armies, are all ^Agoing ^Ehome ^F#mThe lover who just walked ^Aout your ^Edoor ^F#mHas taken all his blankets ^Afrom the ^Efloor ^G#7The carpet too, is moving ^Aunder ^B7you ^F#mAnd it's all over ^Anow, baby b^Elue.

^B7Leave your stepping stones behind, someone ^Acalls for ^Eyou ^B7Forget the dead you've left, they will not ^Afollow yo^Eu ^F#mThe vagabond who's rapping at ^Ayour ^Edoor ^F#mIs standing in the clothes that ^Ayou once w^Eore ^G#7Strike another match, go ^Astart ^B7anew ^F#mAnd it's all over ^Anow, baby b^Elue. ^F#mAnd it's all over ^Anow, baby b^Elue.