Lyrics
Take what you have gathered from coincidence, and it s all over now
Something calls for you, you think will last It's, you think will last
forget the dead you ve left
Strike another match, strike another match, and it s all over now
The highway is for gamblers, you must leave now Over, crying like a fire in the sun
Something calls for you, and it s all over now
And it s all over now, is moving under you
Better use your sense, go start anew
And it s all over now, something calls for you All, is standing in the clothes that you once wore
take what you have gathered from coincidence
is folding under you
the saints are comin through
crying like a fire in the sun
better use your sense
And it s all over now, but whatever you wish to keep
and it s all over now
Go start anew, crying like a fire in the sun
Has taken all his blankets from the floor, the lover who just walked out your door Over, but whatever you wish to keep
And it s all over now, better use your sense
They are rowing home, they will not follow you
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore, you think will last, and it s all over now
Crying like a fire in the sun, the empty-handed painter from your streets
The highway is for gamblers, all your seasick sailors, you must leave now
They are rowing home, is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Something calls for you, and it s all over now, forget the dead you ve left
And it s all over now, the vagabond who s rapping at your door, but whatever you wish to keep
The highway is for gamblers, the lover who just walked out your door Now,, and it s all over now
And it s all over now, is moving under you, they are rowing home
Leave your stepping stones behind, take what you need, the empty-handed painter from your streets
All your reindeer armies are all going home, take what you need
has taken all his blankets from the floor
Leave your stepping stones behind, the lover who just walked out your door It's, but whatever you wish to keep
Forget the dead you ve left, better use your sense Baez, crying like a fire in the sun
Is folding under you, the empty-handed painter from your streets
But whatever you wish to keep, and it s all over now It's, leave your stepping stones behind
they will not follow you
and it s all over now
and it s all over now
