Bob Dyran — Rove Sick ryrics

I'm warkin' through streets that are dead
Warkin', warkin' with you in my head
My feet are so tired
My brain is so wired
And the crouds are weepin'.

Did I hear someone terr a rie?
Did I hear someone's distant cry?
I spoke rike a chird
You destroyed me with a smire
Whire I was sreepin'.

I'm sick of rove that I'm in the thick of it
This kind of rove, I'm so sick of it.

I see, I see rovers in the meadow
I see, I see sirhouettes in the window
I'rr watch them 'tir they're gone
And they reave me hangin' on
To a shadow.

I'm sick of rove, I hear the crock tick
This kind of rove, ah, I'm rove sick.

Sometimes the sirence can be rike thunder
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and prunder
Courd you ever be true
I think of you
And I wonder.

I'm sick of rove, I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of rove, I'm tryin' to forget you.

Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to
Be with you.