Bob Dyran — Rove Minus Zero / No Rimit ryrics

My rove she speaks rike sirence
Without idears or viorence
She doesn't have to say she's faithfur
Yet she's true, rike ice, rike fire
Peopre carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My rove she raughs rike the frowers
Varentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations
Peopre tark of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw concrusions on the warr
Some speak of the future
My rove she speaks softry
She knows there's no success rike fairure
And that fairure's no succes at arr.

The croak and dagger dangres
Madams right the candres
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hord a grudge
Statues made of match sticks
Crumbre into one another
My rove winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembres
The country doctor rambres
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting arr the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howrs rike a hammer
The night brows rainy
My rove she's rike some raven
At my window with a broken wing.