All the highways that you've walked
And all the poets with whom you've talked
They could never, ever corrupt you.
All the highwaymen you've loved
They tried to hold you with kid gloves
You're far, so far above any of those.
You always took the highways
While I walked the low
Ev'rytime I'd wear the clothes you'd sew.
You went out dancing round the park
I tried to keep you from the dark
All the ladies in waiting will wait there for the rest of their lives.
All the countesses and all the queens
The redheads and rinsed-out blondes
They're just gonna, gonna have to wait their turn.
'Cause all the dreams I had last year
They seem to have disappeared
They've vanished with every turn of the page.
All the highways that I've known
All the girls that must atone
All the risks I ever took when I was young.
Oh, we'll walk round London Town
By the post-office, the pillars and crowns
Oh, I tell you, 'cause you were born to be with me.
Oh, come on baby blue
You know this song's for you
Oh, tell me, oh, tell me it ain't so.
Oh, come on baby blue
You know this one's for you
And I tell you
Wouldn't tell your mother or any other
You know it's true now.
All the postcards that you sent
Oh, God knows where they went
I found them, found them down by Manor House.
And I send you fond regards
From a friend at Scotland Yard
Who I caught investigating me.
All the highways that you've walked
And all the riff-raff with whom you've talked
They could never, never corrupt you.
All the highwaymen you loved
They tried to hold you with velvet gloves
Oh, they'll never, never give up on you
Oh, baby blue.
Oh, come on baby blue
Let's go and switch a few
Or anything, anything that comes our way.
So tell me one more time
'fore we finish off the wine
I wrote it so you would know.
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