This sky, too, is folding under you
Your empty handed army
Now, something that calls for you
You better grab it fast
And it's all over now, baby blue
Strike another match, go start anew
Look out, the saints are coming through
The empty handed painter from your streets
And it's all over now, baby blue
And it's all over now, baby blue
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
From coincidence
Is all going home
The highway is for gamblers
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Take what you have gathered
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Crying like a fire in the sun
Forget the dead you've left
Leave your stepping stones behind
The carpet too, is moving under you
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
They are rowing home
Your lover, who just walked out the door
Better use your sense
But whatever you wish to keep
They will not follow you
All your seasick sailors