L.A. is fine, the sun shines most of the time
And the feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow and rents are low
But you know I keep thinking about
Making my way back
Well, I'm New York City born and raised
But nowadays, I'm lost between two shores
L.A. is 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 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
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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