Hey, Joe you got it Right, blow horn You must leave now Take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep You, you better grab it fast You understands Your orphan with his gun And that's no fun Crying Like a fire in the sun So, so look out, babe The saints are comin' through Oba, was vorbei is Is vorbei, baby blue The highway is for gamblers You better use your sins Take whatever you gathered Take whatever you gathered From your coincidence The empty handed painter From your streets Is drawing crazy patters On his sheets And babe, the sky too Is folding over you Oba trotzdem, was vorbei is Is vorbei, baby blue Und vergi nicht deine High heels, deine high heels Deine heien, roten schuh' Baby blue Leave your stepping stones behind There's something that calls for you Forget the dead you've left They will not follow you Your lover who has just walked Out the door He has taken all his blankets From the floor, Jesus Look out, babe The saints are comin' through Oba, was vorbei is Is vorbei, baby blue Go, strike another match, go, go Get, start something new Start something new Oba, was vorbei is Is vorbei, baby blue Still lovin', baby Und wenns'd mi hearst Dann wat eh wen I man, okay There's a couple of drinks more, please