| You better go now, take what you want | |
| You think will last | |
| But if there's something you wish to keep | |
| Better grab it fast | |
| Yonder stands your orphan with his gun | |
| Crying like a fire in the sun | |
| Look out for who, the saints are comin' 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 foldin' under you | |
| And it's all over now, baby blue | |
| All your seasick sailors, they are goin' home | |
| Your empty-handed armies, they are goin' home | |
| Your lover who just walked out the door | |
| Has taken all his blankets from the floor | |
| The carpet too is movin' under you | |
| And it's all over now, baby blue | |
| It's all over now, baby blue | |
| It's all over now, baby blue |