| Song | What Is Mine |
| Artist | O.A.R. |
| Album | Rain Or Shine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Iron winter, got me cold | |
| Convicted like a criminal | |
| Sharp and nimble, the wind unfold | |
| Got me to my feet again | |
| Past the mountain I hear a cry | |
| Coming from the pinnacle | |
| Oh, In the distance a city shines | |
| Oh, what a welcoming | |
| Been to the black rock | |
| Found my salvation | |
| Rendered me patient | |
| But wearing me thin | |
| So I’m | |
| On the way back home | |
| Seen the big show, thousand times | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| The only way I know | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| Bless the evening, it’s showed the way | |
| Back to where it all began | |
| Oh, undercover I made my case | |
| I'm quietly a gentleman | |
| Man, To be a fool is such a waste | |
| He'll eat until he’s sick of it | |
| Why not stop when you find your place | |
| And be happy that you made it in | |
| Been to the black rock | |
| Found my salvation | |
| Rendered me patient | |
| But wearing me thin | |
| So I’m | |
| On the way back home | |
| Seen the big show, thousand times | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| The only way I know | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| What is mine | |
| Fallen time | |
| On the way back home | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| The only way I know | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| On the way back home | |
| I'm on my way | |
| You know I'm on my way back | |
| The only way I know | |
| Getting what is mine | |
| Gonna get it back, give it back now | |
| I've come so far tonight |
| Iron winter, got me cold | |
| Convicted like a criminal | |
| Sharp and nimble, the wind unfold | |
| Got me to my feet again | |
| Past the mountain I hear a cry | |
| Coming from the pinnacle | |
| Oh, In the distance a city shines | |
| Oh, what a welcoming | |
| Been to the black rock | |
| Found my salvation | |
| Rendered me patient | |
| But wearing me thin | |
| So I m | |
| On the way back home | |
| Seen the big show, thousand times | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| The only way I know | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| Bless the evening, it s showed the way | |
| Back to where it all began | |
| Oh, undercover I made my case | |
| I' m quietly a gentleman | |
| Man, To be a fool is such a waste | |
| He' ll eat until he s sick of it | |
| Why not stop when you find your place | |
| And be happy that you made it in | |
| Been to the black rock | |
| Found my salvation | |
| Rendered me patient | |
| But wearing me thin | |
| So I m | |
| On the way back home | |
| Seen the big show, thousand times | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| The only way I know | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| What is mine | |
| Fallen time | |
| On the way back home | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| The only way I know | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| On the way back home | |
| I' m on my way | |
| You know I' m on my way back | |
| The only way I know | |
| Getting what is mine | |
| Gonna get it back, give it back now | |
| I' ve come so far tonight |
| Iron winter, got me cold | |
| Convicted like a criminal | |
| Sharp and nimble, the wind unfold | |
| Got me to my feet again | |
| Past the mountain I hear a cry | |
| Coming from the pinnacle | |
| Oh, In the distance a city shines | |
| Oh, what a welcoming | |
| Been to the black rock | |
| Found my salvation | |
| Rendered me patient | |
| But wearing me thin | |
| So I m | |
| On the way back home | |
| Seen the big show, thousand times | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| The only way I know | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| Bless the evening, it s showed the way | |
| Back to where it all began | |
| Oh, undercover I made my case | |
| I' m quietly a gentleman | |
| Man, To be a fool is such a waste | |
| He' ll eat until he s sick of it | |
| Why not stop when you find your place | |
| And be happy that you made it in | |
| Been to the black rock | |
| Found my salvation | |
| Rendered me patient | |
| But wearing me thin | |
| So I m | |
| On the way back home | |
| Seen the big show, thousand times | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| The only way I know | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| What is mine | |
| Fallen time | |
| On the way back home | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| The only way I know | |
| Feet been walking, thousand miles | |
| Got to get back what is mine | |
| On the way back home | |
| I' m on my way | |
| You know I' m on my way back | |
| The only way I know | |
| Getting what is mine | |
| Gonna get it back, give it back now | |
| I' ve come so far tonight |