You must leave now
Take what you need you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep
You, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
And that’s no for
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 sense
Take what ever you gathered
Take what ever you gathered from your coincidence
The empty-handed painter on the streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
Hey baby, this sky, too
Is folding over you, alright
Oba was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue

Und vergiss nicht deine High-Heels
Deine High-Heels
Deine heißen, roten Schuh’, Baby Blue

[Sax solo]
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’s taken all his blankets from the floor, Jesus
Look out, babe, the saints are coming through, listen!
Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue

Go, strike another match, go girl
Go start something new, start something new
Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue
Still lovin’, baby
Amoi gehts no!