Max Stalling - The rock song

^CLike the rocks that line this ^Emroad I drive My ^Fwords might a have seemed so ^Ghard ^CBut not a one was pen^Emned unkind The^Fy were pieces of my ^Gheart ^CA weak attempt to exp^Emlain some things Tha^Ft were weighting on my ^Gmind ^CNow I find my big^Emgest crime Was^F keeping too much too^G long inside ^CJudging by my g^Emauges I n^Feed to think about finding ^Ggas ^CBut my minds been m^Emore than full Thi^Fnking of you as the miles role ^Gpast

^FI'm rolling down this^G highway Trying to get a^C hand^G/Ble on e^Amvents With^F one hand on the^G steering wheel ^CAnd one hand ^G/Bon the ^Amwind ^{F G F}I hope it all ma^Gde sense ^EmI hope it all made some^C sense

^CI thought it would be^Em better If I'd^F paint my thoughts with^G ink ^CIt seems my mouth don'^Emt work so well ^FExpressing what I t^Ghink ^CLike the gravel on the ^Emroad Kicked ^Fup by the passing^G trucks ^CWords fly ^Emback in my face And crack the ^Fwindshields I put ^Gup

^CI would like nothing^Em better Than for ^Fthis to have worked ou^Gt right ^CThat's why I left that^Em letter On your ^Fcar the other ^Gnight ^CNow it seems so ^Emhigh school But it seemed ^Fso right at the ^Gtime ^CYou get a letter on your^Em windshield ^FI get away behind m^Gine