L.A.'S FINE
THE SUN SHINES
MOST THE TIME
AND THE FEELIN'
IS LAY BACK
PALM TREES GROW
AND RENTS ARE LOW
BUT YOU KNOW
I KEEP THINKIN' 'BOUT
MAKIN' 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 YA 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
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
I AM I SAID
I AM I CRIED
I AM
I AM I SAID