You better go now, take what you are, you think will last
But if there is something you wish to keep, better grab it fast
You understand 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
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

All your seasick sailors, they are going home
Your empty-handed armies, they are going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from your floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
It's all over now, Baby Blue 
It's all over now, Baby Blue