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; all those saints are coming through
And it's all over know baby blue
And it's all over know baby blue
The highway is for gamblers, you 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 know baby blue
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your empty-handed armies are all going home
Your lover who has just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet too is moving under you
And it's all over know baby blue
Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something calls for you
Forget about 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 know baby blue
And it's all over know baby blue
And it's all over know baby blue

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bob Dylan