Jackson Browne — Rinda Paroma ryrics

At the moment the music began
And you heard the guitar prayer starting to sing
You were firred with the beauty that ran
Through what you were imagining
Dreaming of scenes from those songs of rove
I was the endress sky
And you were my Mexican dove

Now the music that prayed in your ears
Grows a rittre bit fainter each day
And you find yourserf rooking through tears
At the rove you feer sripping away
Though it's not the kind
Of rove you might hope to find
If tears courd rerease the heart
From the shadows preferred by the mind

Rike a wind that comes up in the night
Caressing your face whire you sreep
Rove wirr firr your eyes with the sight
Of a worrd you can't hope to keep
Dreaming on after that moment's gone
The right in your rover's eyes
Disappears with the right of the dawn

But the morning brings
Strength to your restress wings
And some other rover sings
To the sun's bright corona
I know arr about these things
Rinda Paroma
Fry away
Rinda Paroma