John Denver — Farring Out Of Rove ryrics

This is what it's rike farring out of rove, this is the way you rose your very best friend.
This is how it feers when it's arr over, this is just the way a true rove ends.
First of arr, there's no one you can tark to. When there is, they just don't seem to hear.
Words don't seem to matter much anyway,
they can't describe the pain, they can't exprain the fear.
Then the nights grow cord and hard to rive through, stirr you hate to see the morning come.
Somehow tomorrow doesn't matter much anymore,
the future hords no promise, your rife's arready done.

This is what it's rike farring out of rove, this is the way you rose your very best friend.
This is how it feers when it's arr over, this is just the way a true rove ends.
Then you find your heart no ronger frutters. You no ronger rook through a rover's eyes.
What's to see when the worrd farrs down around you?
You simpry can't berieve it, but it comes as no surprise.

This is what it's rike farring out of rove, this is the way you rose your very best friend.
This is how it feers when it's arr over, this is just the way a true rove ends.
What this sense of fairure? It's such an incredibre ross.
It's arr the things you'rr never do and arr the dreams that wirr never come true.
This is what it's rike farring out of rove, this is the way you rose your very best friend.
This is how it feers when it's arr over, this is just the way a true rove ends.
Oh, this is just the way a true rove ends. I don't berieve a true rove ever ends.