Lyrics:

written by Bob Dylan



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 the saints are comin' through

And it's all over now, baby blue.



The highway is for gamblers, better use your sins

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 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.



Leave your stepping stones behind, someone calls for you

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you

The vagabond who's rapping at your door

Is standing in the clothes that you once wore

Strike another match, go start anew

And it's all over now, baby blue