Carlton FC memo.... to Dear Denis
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands young Mitchell with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
and look out Kouta is comin' through
And it's all over now, Pagan's Blues.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed Vossman from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Pagan's Blues.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The Fev who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Pagan's Blues.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The Ratt who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Pagan's Blues
Yes it's all over now, Pagan's Blues
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with due acknowledgement to Bob Dylan
