L.A.'s fine,
the sun shines most the time
and the feeling is 'lay back'.
Palm trees grow and rents are low
but you know keep thinkin' about
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 York's home,
but it ain't 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.
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.
You talk about me,
the story's the same one.

But I got an emptiness 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 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.
I am, I said.
I am, I cried !
I am...

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