It's All Over Now, Bobby babe

Where are you, Bobby Babe?

In some day country home

Hearing the dust blow by?

We believed in you once

But blowin’ in our wind

Were only the gusts of age.

You grew up, Bobby Babe,

To your Minnesota roots.

I hear pioneers shed tears

Of futility when the

Frontier died.

Are you in, Bobby Babe,

Some desolate place

With nothing to turn off,

In the disconnection

Of your musty image

Hearing the hard rain of time.a

I hear the moon is barren,

All the new astronauts have

Went and died.

You grew elderly, Bobby babe

And along we went with you.