On the black rock is where I spend my time Writing a memory or writing a rhyme Thinking about what is right or wrong On the black rock is where I like to go After a long night coming home from a show And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black rock Sometimes I just look around To take in the feeling coming out from the ground But that's just something I do sometimes And then I just come out the door To take in the wind coming off of the shore And that's just what I'm doing tonight On the black rock is where I spend my time Writing a memory or writing a rhyme Thinking about what is right or wrong On the black rock is where I like to go After a long night coming home from a show And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black rock And when you are on your own Not speaking out is like fighting alone And that is the worst damn way to fight And when you are scared no more Reach your hand out and just open the door And that's just what I'm doing tonight On the black rock is where I spend my time Writing a memory or writing a rhyme Thinking about what is right or wrong On the black rock is where I like to go After a long night coming home from a show And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black rock
On the black rock is where I spend my time Writing a memory or writing a rhyme Thinking about what is right or wrong On the black rock is where I like to go After a long night coming home from a show And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black rock Sometimes I just look around To take in the feeling coming out from the ground But that's just something I do sometimes And then I just come out the door To take in the wind coming off of the shore And that's just what I'm doing tonight On the black rock is where I spend my time Writing a memory or writing a rhyme Thinking about what is right or wrong On the black rock is where I like to go After a long night coming home from a show And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black rock And when you are on your own Not speaking out is like fighting alone And that is the worst damn way to fight And when you are scared no more Reach your hand out and just open the door And that's just what I'm doing tonight On the black rock is where I spend my time Writing a memory or writing a rhyme Thinking about what is right or wrong On the black rock is where I like to go After a long night coming home from a show And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black rock
