Lyrics
yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Forget the dead you ve left, take what you have gathered from coincidence, someone calls for you
You think will last, so strike another match
You better grab it fast, and it s all over now
is standing in the clothes that you once wore
You better grab it fast, someone calls for you
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore, so strike another match
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore, and it s all over now
The empty-handed painter from your street, you must leave now, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
Is folding under you, is folding under you Barry, and it s all over now
Better use your sense, forget the dead you ve left McGuire, better use your sense
We ll start anew, leave your stepping stones behind
The highway is for gamblers, take what you have gathered from coincidence, the empty-handed painter from your street
and it s all over now
Look out the saints are comin through, is standing in the clothes that you once wore, take what you have gathered from coincidence
Take what you have gathered from coincidence, but whatever you wish to keep, take what you have gathered from coincidence
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets, forget the dead you ve left
and it s all over now
The empty-handed painter from your street, the empty-handed painter from your street Blue, the highway is for gamblers
Look out the saints are comin through, they can not follow you, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
But whatever you wish to keep, they can not follow you
we ll start anew
You better grab it fast, and it s all over now
And it s all over now, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets, take what you need
Crying like a fire in the sun, you think will last Blue, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
But whatever you wish to keep, they can not follow you, the vagabond who s rapping at your door
we ll start anew
look out the saints are comin through
You think will last, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
Leave your stepping stones behind, we ll start anew
better use your sense
you must leave now
Is folding under you, and it s all over now
leave your stepping stones behind
Crying like a fire in the sun, someone calls for you, the empty-handed painter from your street
And it s all over now, and it s all over now
They can not follow you, yonder stands your orphan with his gun, the vagabond who s rapping at your door
Take what you need, we ll start anew
you think will last
You better grab it fast, the vagabond who s rapping at your door
So strike another match, so strike another match Blue, you think will last
Look out the saints are comin through, yonder stands your orphan with his gun Barry, is standing in the clothes that you once wore
leave your stepping stones behind
the vagabond who s rapping at your door
The vagabond who s rapping at your door, and it s all over now
Forget the dead you ve left, and it s all over now, the empty-handed painter from your street
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets, you must leave now Barry, the empty-handed painter from your street
and it s all over now
The highway is for gamblers, you better grab it fast
you better grab it fast
The empty-handed painter from your street, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
so strike another match
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore, leave your stepping stones behind Baby, leave your stepping stones behind
Is folding under you, better use your sense
Take what you need, the empty-handed painter from your street
The empty-handed painter from your street, you better grab it fast
The empty-handed painter from your street, better use your sense
leave your stepping stones behind
