L.A.'s fine the sun shines most the time,
and the feeling is lay 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'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 go.
And I'm not a man who likes to swear,
but I've never cared for the sound of bein' 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.
Leaving me lonely still.
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.

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