A
D
A
D
E
A
D
E
E7
A
A4
A
A4
A
L.A. is fine, the sun shines most of the time
D
And the feeling is laid back
E
Palm trees grow and rents are low
E7
But you know I keep thinking about
A
Making my way back
A
Well, I'm New York City born and raised
D
But nowadays, I'm lost between two shores
E
L.A. is fine, but it ain't home
E7
A
A4
A
New York's home but it ain't mine no more
A
A4
A
D
D4
D
I am, I said, to no one there
D
Bm
A
And no one heard at all, not even the chair
A
A4
A
D
D4
D
I am, I cried, I am, said I
D
Bm
A
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
E7
E
Leavin' me lonely still
A
D
E
A
D
E7
A
D
E
A
D
E
A
Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being a king
D
and then became one
E
Well, except for the names and a few other changes
E7
A
If you talk about me, the story's the same one
A
But I got an emptiness deep inside
D
And I've tried but it won't let me go
E
And I'm not a man who likes to swear
E7
A
A4
A
But I never cared for the sound of being alone
A
A4
A
D
D4
D
I am, I said, to no one there
D
Bm
A
And no one heard at all, not even the chair
A
A4
A
D
D4
D
I am, I cried, I am, said I
D
Bm
A
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
A
A4
A
D
D4
D
I am, I said I am, I cried
D
A
I am . . . .
Set8