You must leave now, take what you need, you think will lastBut whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fastYonder stands your orphan with his gunCrying like a fire in the sunLook out, the saints are comin' throughAnd it's all over now, baby blueThe highway is for gamblers, better use your senseTake what you have gathered from coincidenceThe empty-handed painter from your streetsIs drawing crazy patterns on your sheetsThe sky, too, is folding under youAnd it's all over now, baby blueBob Dylan