L.A. is fine
The sun shines most 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.'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 even say why
Leaving 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 even say why