L. A.'s fine the sun shines most the time and the feelin' ist lay back Palmtrees grow and renks are low, but you know I keep thinkin' 'bout making my way back.
Well I'm New York city born and raised but nowadays I'm lost between two shores. L. A.'s fine, but it ain't home New Yorks home, but it ain't mine no more.
I am, I said, To noone there, and noone heard at all not even the chair. I am, I cried I am said I and I am lost and I can even say why. Leavin' me lonely still.
Did you ever read about a frog Who dreamed of bein'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 but I got an emptyness deep inside and I've tried, but it won't let me go and I'm not a man who likes to swear but I never cared for the sound of bein' alone.