L.A.'s fine, there's sun shine most of the times
And the feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow
Rents are low
But you know I keep thinking about
Making my way back
Well, I'm New York City born and raised
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
But I can't
Even say why
Leaving me lonely still
Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being a king?
And he became one
Well, except for the few names, a few other changes
You could talk about me
The story's the same one
Well, I got this deep emptiness inside
Oh, I tried but it won't let me go
I'm not a man who likes to swear
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
But I can't
Even say why
Leaving me lonely still
Leaving me lonely still