It's All Over Now Baby Blue - Bob Dylan

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 his gun

Crying like a fire in the sun

Look out, the saints are comin' through

And it's all over now, Baby Blue

The highway is 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

The sky too is folding under you

And it's all over now, Baby Blue

All your seasick sailors, they're all rowing home

Your empty-handed army is all going home

Your lover who just walked out the door

Has taken all his blankets from the floor

The carpet too is moving under you

And it's all over now, Baby Blue

Leave your stepping stones behind there, something calls for you

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you

The vagabond who's rapping at your door

Is standing in the clothes that you once wore

Strike another match, go start anew

And it's all over now, Baby Blue