LA's fine, the sun
Shines most the time
And the feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow and rents are low
But you know I keep thinking
Bout makin my way back
Well, I'm New York City
Born and raised but nowadays
I'm lost between two shores
LA's fine but it aint home
New York's home
But it aint mine no more
I am, I said, to no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried, I am, said I
And I am lost
And I can't even say why
Leaving me lonely still
Did you ever read about a frog
Who dreamed of being a king
And then became one
Well except for the names
And a few other changes
If you talk about me
The story's the same one
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| But I've got an
Emptyness deep inside
That I've tried
But it wont let me go
And I'm not a man
Who likes to swear
But I never cared for
The sound of being alone
I am, I said, to no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried, I am, said I
And I am lost
And I can't even say why
Leaving me lonely still
I am, I said, I am, I cried
I am
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