From the recording <br>Rockaway
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Good old rock & roll.
Memories of Rockaway Playland in Queens, NY, where my grandparents sometimes took us as kids.
From Woodhaven to Jamaica Bay in that old Ford Galaxy and back again...
Lyrics
Rockaway
White hair in the Galaxy takes me there
Woodhaven to Bay of Jamaica’s air
I can’t wait to get to the other side
On Bella’s dime I’m settling down for a ride
Rockaway
Rockaway
Rockaway
The bottom drops out and I’m spiraling
The man in the mask he don’t mean a thing
Backward and down feels like eternity
Moving so fast nothing my eyes can see
Rockaway
Rockaway
Rockaway
I’m flying on carpets into the night
He cuts a mean rug and he’s out of sight
Head in a cloud falling through empty air
I’ll be back home sliding on down the stairs
Rockaway
Rockaway
Rockaway