You must leave, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun

Look out, the saints are coming through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets

The sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty-handed army, they are going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor

The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

Leave your stepping stones behind there, something that calls for you now
Forget the dead, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
Oh, it's all over now, Baby Blue