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 thinkin' 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 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 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't
Even say why.
I am, I said.
I am, I cried!
I am.

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