The Rock Song - Max Stalling

Like the rocks that line this road I drive

My words might a have seemed so hard

But not a one was penned unkind

They were pieces of my heart

A weak attempt to explain some things

That were weighting on my mind

Now I find my biggest crime

Was keeping too much too long inside

Judging by my gages

I need to think about finding gas

But my minds been more than full

Thinkin' of you as the miles role past

I'm rolling down this highway

Trying to get a handle on events

With one hand on the steering wheel

And one hand on the wind

I hope it all made sense

I hope it all made some sense

I thought it would be better

If I'd paint my thoughts with ink

It seems my mouth don't work so well

Expressing what I think

Like the gravel on the road

Kicked up by the passing trucks

Words fly back in my face

And crack the windshields I put up

I'm rolling down this highway

Trying to get a handle on events

With one hand on the steering wheel

And one hand on the wind

I hope it all made sense

I hope it all made some sense

I would like nothing better

Than for this to have worked out right

That's why I left that letter

On your car the other night

Now it seems so high school

But it seemed so right at the time

You get a letter on your windshield

I get away behind mine

Now I'm rolling down this highway

Trying to get a handle on events

With one hand on the steering wheel

And one hand on the wind

I hope it all made sense

I hope it all made some sense