I heard they got used bicycle parts down in Coney Island There's a Russian there who makes them out on Surf Avenue I chose my seat and my wheels, one pink and one white He said come back in an hour, but I got nothing to do I gave him sixty bucks, I guess they must've been stolen, maybe found Finally they found their way back to me or you
I don't know the way from Owl's Head Park I don't know the name of Owl's Head Park You know it only rains in Owl's Head Park The win feels just the same
I only took one picture that day It's me on the bike posing next to a white Lamborghini on Manhattan Avenue In front of that tiny, tiny restaurant Where we had dinner and watched TV Was hanging from the ceiling in the corner I strained my neck to see It's the only photo I have of that bike on that day The boys on the F train said that frame was fresh It was the color blue But I didn't know my way so I couldn't get home to you I didn't know my way so I couldn't ride home to you I had to connect!
I don't know the way from Owl's Head Park I don't know the name of Owl's Head Park You know it only rains in Owl's Head Park The wind feels just the same
But it came to me in a fever dream You're only here for two days, so it seems I don't know the way from Owl's Head Park, it's the same I couldn't find my way back from the beach that day Some say it's Bath Beach, some say it's Dyker Heights I imagine Governor's Island is Shutter Island I imagine Christopher Walken as a dancer named Ryan It just don't seem right! It just don't seem right Why I make the most of the dream It just don't seem... it just don't seem right
I don't know the way from Owl's Head Park I don't know the name of Owl's Head Park You know it only rains in Owl's Head Park The wind feels just the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.