It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue The Byrds

You better leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But if there's something 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 for the saints are coming through
And it's all over now
It's all over now
It's all over now, 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 now
It's all over now
It's all over now, baby blue

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, they are going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all your blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now
It's all over now
It's all over now, baby blue