| 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 a gun | 
| And he’s crying like a fire out in the sun | 
| Look out now, the saints are comin' through, yeah | 
| Well, it’s all over now, Baby Blue | 
| And the highways are for gamblers, you better use your sense | 
| Take what you have gathered from coincidence | 
| And the empty-handed painter from your street | 
| Is drawing crazy patterns upon your sheet | 
| The sky, too, is folding under you | 
| Yeah, it’s all over now, Baby Blue | 
| Yeah, that lover who has just walked out the door | 
| Has taken all his blankets from the floor | 
| And the carpet, too, is moving under you, oh yeah | 
| And it’s all over now, Baby Blue | 
| Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for me | 
| And forget the dead you left, they will not follow me | 
| The vagabond who’s rapping at your door | 
| Is standing in the clothes that you once wore | 
| Well, strike another match, go start anew, yeah, yeah | 
| Yeah, it’s all over now, Baby Blue | 
| I’ll tell you again, it’s all over now, Baby Blue | 
| It’s all over now, Baby Blue |