L.

A.'s

fine

the

sun

shines

most

the

time

And

the

feel

ing's

laid

back

Palm

trees

grow

and

rents

are

low

But

you

know

I

keep

think

in'

'bout

mak

in'

my

way

back

I'm

New

York

Ci

ty

born

and

raised

But

now

a

days

I'm

lost

be

tween

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

ev

en

the

chair

I

am

I

cried

I

am

said

I

And

I

am

lost

and

I

can't

ev

en

say

why

Leav

in'

me

lone

ly

still

Did

you

ev

er

read

a

bout

a

frog

who

dreamed

of

being

a

king

And

then

be

came

one

Well,

ex

cept

for

the

names

and

a

few

oth

er

chan

ges

If

you

talk

a

bout

me

The

sto

ry's

the

same

one

But

I

got

an

em

pti

ness

deep

in

side

and

I've

tried

But

it

won't

let

me

go

I'm

not

a

man

who

likes

to

swear,

But

I've

nev

er

cared

for

the

sound

of

be

ing

a

lone

I

am

I

said

to

no

one

there

And

no

one

heard

at

all

Not

ev

en

the

chair

I

am

I

cried

I

am

said

I

And

I

am

lost

and

I

can't

ev

en

say

why

I

am

I

said

to

no

one

there

And

no

one

heard

at

all

Not

ev

en

the

chair