You Must Leave Now, Take What You Need, You Think Will Last.
But Whatever You Wish To Keep, You'D Better Grab İt Fast.
Yonder Stands Your Orphan With His Gun,
Crying Like A Fire İn The Sun.
Look Out The Saints Are Coming Through
And İt'S All Over Now, Baby Blue.

The Highway İs For Gamblers, Better Use Your Sense.
Take What You Have Gathered From Coincidence.
The Empty-Handed Painter From Your Streets
Is Drawing Crazy Patterns On Your Sheets.
This Sky, Too, İs Folding Under You
And İt'S All Over Now, Baby Blue.

All Your Seasick Sailors, They Are Rowing Home.
Your Empty-Handed Armies Are All Going Home.
The Lover Who Just Walked Out Your Door
Has Taken All His Blankets From The Floor.
The Carpet, Too, İs Moving Under You
And İt'S All Over Now, Baby Blue.