WRITTEN BY MICHAEL BACON It's a rocky road down Ida's farm Past the sticks and stones And names that harm They don't like her rooster crowing Cows and flies and weeds are a growing It's a rocky road Down Ida's farm It's a rocky road Down Bankie's dune Made of memories and bits of moon Here they come with a zillion dollars Crowds of tourists soon to follow It's a rocky road Down Bankie's 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 It's 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 It's a rocky road Down 9th Avenue It's a rocky road