Oyster Bay Lyrics

“Oyster Bay”

From my room, I see the blue Pacific Ocean
Yes, my hotel has me right beside the shore
Well today it’s San Francisco and tomorrow it’s L.A
And I feel as though I’ve been this way before
Well my woman helps my feet to keep on walkin’
But my manager he stands right outside the door
Yes there’s an up and coming superstar and he’s gettin’ rave reviews
But there ain’t no time for fishin’ anymore

I never thought that things would go this far
I never thought that life would be this way
I never thought I’d be a superstar
Jesus Christ, I wish that I was back in Oyster Bay
Takin’ it easy, oh yeah

But there’s lots of friendly folks that say, “Good morning”
But somehow, you know, I don’t believe their smiles
I could be New York City bound where I could be among my friends
But the roller back home it seems a million miles
I can see the lights of Hollywood below me
But somehow they just don’t move me like they should
I know it’s hard to understand, but I would be a fisherman
If I only had the chance, you know I would

I never thought that things would go this far
I never thought that I’d be here today
I never thought I’d be a superstar
Oh, Jesus Christ, I wish that I was back in Oyster Bay
Takin’ it easy, oh yeah

(Drinking my wine all day, happy to be that way)
(Wanting it back sometimes, having some peace of mind)
(Drinking my wine all day, happy to be that way)
(Wanting it back sometimes, having some peace of mind)
(Drinking my wine all day, happy to be that way)
(Wanting it back sometimes, having some peace of mind)

About Billy Joel Lyrics

Artist: Billy Joel
Related songs: All My Life Lyrics
Born:
 May 9, 1949 (age 73 years), New York, New York, United States
Hall of fame induction: 1999
Marriage location: Long Island, New York, United States
Grandparents: Karl Amson Joel, Rebecca Nyman, Philip Nyman, Meta
Songwriting partners: Drake, Lil Wayne, Usher, will.i.am, Xzibit, MORE
Awards: Grammy Award for Album of the Year, MORE
Nominations: Grammy Award for Album of the Year, MORE

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