Owl's Head Park

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 Diker 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 same