On that black rock is where I spend my time
Writing that memory and writing a rhyme
Thinking about what’s right or wrong
On that black rock where I like to go
After a long night coming home from my show
That’s where I write my songs all day long
A black rock, Maryland that is
Sometimes, well I just look around
To taking that feeling coming out from the ground
Well that’s just something I do sometimes
And then I just come out this door
To taking that wind coming off of my shore
And that’s just what we’re doing tonight, yeahhhh
On the black rock is where I spend my time
Writing that 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 my show
That’s where I write my song all day long
The black rock
When you are on your own
Not speaking out is like fighting alone
That’s the worst damn way to fight
And when you are scared no more
Just reach your hand out, open my door
That’s just what we’re doing tonight
On the black rock is where I spend my time
Writing that 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 my show
That’s where I write my song all day long
The black rock
About one, maybe two, three, four five years ago
When I lived my days full of confusion as you know
This comes and goes but it leaves me upset all the time
How I was ready to do anything that was wrong
And I was looking for an answer to just one of these questions here
So I went to this river side to find my head so clear
And I saw this old man, sittin on a big black rock, I said what’s your name,
He said I’m old man time
And my son I’ve been waiting for you for long
You say that I can see your paper, that are growing in you strong
I can see that you’re hurt and I can see you’re so vain
But you must listen to this thing I say and live through it all again
You must lose that anger, lose all that hate, it ain’t gonna work no more
I said this world is won by love, and absolutely nothing more
So I lay down all my pain and I got rid of my hate
And I love to get away and the black rock is where I’ll stay
We all have a black rock, it’s in our mind and I go there all the time…
It’s the black rock!
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