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