Текст песни O.A.R - Black Rock
O.A.R - Black Rock слова песни
The black rock is where I spend my timeWriting a memory or writing a rhymeThinking about what is right or wrongOn the black rock is where I like to goAfter a long night coming home from a showAnd that`s where I write my song, all day long, the black rockSometimes I just look around to take in the feeling coming out from the groundBut that`s just something I do sometimesAnd then I just step out the door to take in the wind coming off of the shoreAnd that`s just what I`m doing tonightThe black rock is where I spend my timeWriting a memory or writing a rhymeThinking about what is right or wrongOn the black rock is where I like to goAfter a long night coming home from a showAnd that`s where I write my song, all day long, the black rockAnd when you are on your own, not speaking out is like fighting aloneAnd that is the worst damn way to fightAnd when you are scared no more, reach your hand out and just open the doorAnd that`s just what I`m doing tonightThe black rock is where I spend my timeWriting a memory or writing a rhymeThinking about what is right or wrongOn the black rock is where I like to goAfter a long night coming home from a showAnd that`s where I write my song, all day long, the black rock