Texty: O.A.R.. Black Rock (34th & 8th LIVE).

On that black rock, where I spend my time
Writing down memories, and writing my rhymes
Thinking about what's right or wrong
And on that black rock, where I like to go
After that long night coming home from my show
And that's where, I wrote my songs
All day long, the black rock
Maryland

Well sometimes, well I just look around
To taking that feeling coming out from that ground
Well that's just, something I do sometimes
And then I, just come out my door
To taking that wind, coming off of my shore
And that's just, what we're doin tonight
Yeah

On the black rock, where I spend my time
Writing down memories, and writing my rhymes
Thinking about what's right or wrong
On the black rock, where I like to go
After that long night coming home from my show
Thats where I wrote my song
All day long, the black rock
Montgomery County

When you are, on your own
Not speaking out, is like fighting alone
And that is the worst damn way we can fight
When you are, scared no more
Reach your hand out, come to my door
And that's just, what we're doin' tonight

On the black rock, where I spend my time
Writing down memories, and writing a rhyme
Thinking about what is right or wrong
On the black rock, where I like to go
After that long night coming home from my show
That's where I wrote my life
All day long, the black rock

One, maybe two, three four five, years ago
Til today
Surrounded by many
But many nights spend all alone

I know that it sounds like complainin'
You can trust me, I do it all the time
You can run just as fast as you want to
But you're stuck with yourself all the time
I can run as fast as I want to
But I'm stuck inside my mind

So I do with it
What I may what I might not
I'm gettin kinda tired, television man
Don't tell me who to love
Don't tell me who to hate
I'd rather live my life blind
Not see a thing at all

This color
It confuse me all the time
That's why in my dream
I live it mighty good
I'm a prince, I'm a king, I'm a warrior
And I'm doing things right
All the time

Til this one night I found an old man
Sittin on a big black rock
Got a beard grown down to his knees
Wisdom he spoked, knowledge he preached

I asked him what's your name
He said I'm Old Man Time
And my son
Well I been waiting for you so long
Well I can see you're in pain
And I know that there's somethin wrong
I know that you have been angry
I know that you've seen hate
But you gotta dig deep to the heaven above
Sit, learn and create

Ya gotta lose all your anger, lose all your hate
It ain't gonna work no more
I wish the world was run by love
Absolutely nothing more

I laid down all my pain, I got rid of my hate
And now I'm just chillin' on a big black rock for the rest of my life
This is where I'll stay
We all have a black rock, in our mind
And I go there all the time

IT'S THE BLACK ROCK!