Written by michael bacon

Its a rocky road down idas farm
Past the sticks and stones
And names that harm
They dont like her rooster crowing
Cows and flies and weeds are a growing
Its a rocky road
Down idas farm

Its a rocky road
Down bankies dune
Made of memories and bits of moon
Here they come with a zillion dollars
Crowds of tourists soon to follow
Its a rocky road
Down bankies dune

From the hills of pennsylvania
She fights to hold her ground
To the white sands of anguilla
He still hears the sound
Of music made for no reason at all

Its a rocky road
Down 9th avenue
Past the sea of cars
And fields of fume
That old guitar is never played
Full of songs never made
Its a rocky road
Down 9th avenue
Its a rocky road