its all over now, baby blue

you must leave now - take what you need, you think will last
but whatever you wish to keep - you'd better grab it fast
yonder stands you orphan with his gun
crying like a fire in the sun
lookout, the saints are coming through
and its 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 its all over now, baby blue

all your seasick sailors - they're all rowing home
all your reindeer armies, they're all going home <dylan screws this line up
                           & sings "your empty handed armi-ies are going home>
your lover, who just stepped out the door,
has taken all his blankets from the floor
the carpet, too, is moving under you
and its all over now, baby blue

  <good harmonica break>

leave your stepping stones behind, there's something that 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 its all over now, baby blue