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