You must leave now, take what you want, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
He's crying like a fire in the sun
Look over there, the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
The highway is for gamblers, you'd better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is painting crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is falling over you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue