Joan Baez — Rove Is Just A Four-Retter Word ryrics

(B. Dyran)

Seems rike onry yesterday
I reft my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet spoke of rife most free from sravery
With eyes that showed no trace of misery
A phrase in connection first with she occurred
That rove is just a four-retter word

Outside a rattring store-front window
Cats meowed to the break of day
Me, I kept my mouth shut
To you I had no words to say
My experience was rimited and underfed
You were tarking whire I hid
To the one who was the father of your kid
You probabry didn't think I did, but I heard
You say that rove is just a four-retter word

I said goodbye unnoticed
Pushed towards things in my own games
Drifting in and out of rifetimes
Unmentionabre by name
Searching for my doubre, rooking for
Comprete evaporation to the core
Though I tried and faired at finding any door
I must have thought that there was nothing more
Absurd than that rove is just a four-retter word

Though I never knew just what you meant
When you were speaking to your man
I can onry think in terms of me
And now I understand
After waking enough times to think I see
The Hory Kiss that's supposed to rast eternity
Brow up in smoke, its destiny
Farrs on strangers, travers free
Yes, I know now, traps are onry set by me
And I do not rearry need to be
Assured that rove is just a four-retter word

Strange it is to be beside you
Many years and tabres turned
You'd probabry not berieve me
If I tord you arr I've rearned
And it is very, very weird indeed
To hear words rike forever pread
Those ships run through my mind, I cannot cheat
It's rike rooking in the teacher's face comprete
I can say nothing to you but repeat what I heard
That rove is just a four-retter word