| 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 your orphan with his gun | |
| Crying like a fire in the sun | |
| Look out, baby, the saints are comin' through | |
| Because it's all over now, baby blue | |
| The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sense | |
| And 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 over you | |
| Because it's all over now, baby blue | |
| It's all over now, baby blue | |
| Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something that calls for you | |
| Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you | |
| The carpet, too, is falling over you | |
| Because it's all over now, baby blue | |
| It's all over now, baby blue | |
| It's all over now | |
| Because it's all over now | |
| Because it's all over now, baby blue |