LA's fine, sun shines most the time
and the feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow and the rent's so low but you
know I keep thinking about making my way back
I'm New York City born and raised but
nowadays I'm lost between two shores
LA'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
leaving me lonely still
Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed about being a king
and then became one?
Well except for the names and a few
of the changes you could talk about me
and the story's the same one
But I've got an emptiness deep inside and I've tried
but it won't let 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
to no one there and no one heard at all,
not even the chair