Bb
LA's fine, the sun shines most the time
Eb
And the feeling is 'lay back.'
F
Palm trees grow and rents are low
But you know, I keep thinkin' about
Bb
Making my way back.
Bb
Well I'm New York City born and raised
Eb
But nowadays I'm lost between two shores.
F
LA's fine but it ain't home.
Bb
New York's home but it ain't mine no more
BbEb
'I am,' I said to no one there,
And no one heard at all,
BbF
Not even the chair.
BbEb
'I am,' I cried; 'I am,' said I,
BbF
And I am lost and I can't even say why—
Bb
Leaving me lonely still.
Bb
Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being a king
Eb
And then became one?
F
Well, except for the names and a few other changes,
If you talk about me
Bb
The story's the same one.
Bb
But I've got an emptiness deep inside.
Eb
I tried, but it won't let me go.
F
And I'm not a man who likes to swear,
Bb
but I never cared for the sound of being alone.
Chorus:
Bb
Oh no oh no (fade)