Max Stalling
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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
Thinking of you as the miles role past
Chorus:
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
Insturmental:
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
Repeat chorus:
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
Repeat chorus: