I Am...i Said sing and play along

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've never cared for the sound of bein' alone.

"I am," I