The Rock Song
Max Stalling Lyrics

Like the rocks that line this road I drive
Just as rocks line the road I'm driving on, my words were hard-edged but not unkind: they were the expression of my sentiments.

My words might a have seemed so hard
The words I chose could have been considered harsh by some.

But not a one was penned unkind
However, none of the words was intentionally mean or malicious in nature.

They were pieces of my heart
Rather, the words were a reflection of my personal feelings.

A weak attempt to explain some things
My words were a feeble effort to elucidate some things.

That were weighting on my mind
Things which had been pressing on my thoughts and emotions for some time.

Now I find my biggest crime
My biggest wrongdoing was not speaking up earlier

Was keeping too much too long inside
As a result of not speaking up, I had been keeping too much bottled up inside for far too long.

Judging by my gages
Based on my vehicle's indicators,

I need to think about finding gas
it's clear that I need to start thinking about refueling soon.

But my mind’s been more than full
My mind has been incredibly preoccupied and thus unable to focus properly.

Thinking of you as the miles role past
Instead, thoughts of you have consumed my mind as mile after mile passes, my mind unable to shake you.

I'm rolling down this highway
Literally driving down a road,

Trying to get a handle on events
metaphorically trying to make sense of everything that has transpired.

With one hand on the steering wheel
Continuing to drive, as one does in such a situation

And one hand on the wind
As though reaching for guidance in the wind or seeking to hold onto something as the wind passes.

I hope it all made sense
Ultimately, I hope I was able to convey everything I meant to.

I thought it would be better
Initially, I believed it would be better

If I'd paint my thoughts with ink
if I tried conveying my feelings through writing rather than speaking.

It seems my mouth don't work so well
However, I quickly realized that my mouth was not well-equipped for the task of communicating my thoughts and feelings.

Expressing what I think
Effectively communicating what's on my mind and heart has proven difficult.

Like the gravel on the road
Just like the small stones on the road,

Kicked up by the passing trucks
are thrown up into the air by the trucks that drive past,

Words fly back in my face
my words, too, have seemingly turned against me,

And crack the windshields I put up
shattering the defences and facades that I put up.

I would like nothing better
If there's one thing I would prefer more than anything else,

Than for this to have worked out right
it would be for everything between us to work out for the best.

That's why I left that letter
In fact, this is the reason why I left that letter

On your car the other night
on your car that night.

Now it seems so high school
Ironically, now it seems as though I were back in high school,

But it seemed so right at the time
though at the time, it felt like the right thing to do.

You get a letter on your windshield
My hope is that you would receive that letter on your car

I get away behind mine
while I try to make a discreet exit as quickly as possible.