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 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 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