Look out for who, the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, baby blue
Your empty-handed armies, they are goin' home
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
All your seasick sailors, they are goin' home
It's all over now, baby blue
The empty-handed painter from your streets
The carpet too is movin' under you
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
Better grab it fast
Crying like a fire in the sun
And it's all over now, baby blue
And it's all over now, baby blue
Your lover who just walked out the door
But if there's something you wish to keep
The sky too is foldin' under you
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
