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