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
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it"s all over now, Baby Blue
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who 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 now, Baby Blue
Leave your stepping stones behind, 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
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it"s all over now, Baby Blue
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who 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 now, Baby Blue
Leave your stepping stones behind, 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