L. A.'s fine the sun shines most the time
and the feelin' ist lay back
Palmtrees grow and renks are low

but you know I keep thinkin' 'bout
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 Yorks home
but it ain't mine no more.

I am
I said

To noone there

and noone 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.
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
if you talk about me
the story's the same one
but I got an emptyness 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 bein' alone.