I need, I want, I care, I weep, I ache, I am, I sit, I am. It is fine, the sun shines most of the time, and the feeling is lay back. Palm trees grow and rents are low, but you know keep thinking about making my way back. Well I'm New York City born and raised, and nowadays I'm lost between two shoes. L.A.'s fine, but it ain't home, New York's home, but it ain't mine no more. I sing to no one there, no one heard half of me in the chair. I am crying, I am shy, and I am lost, and I can't even say why. Leaving me lonely still. Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being 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 being alone. I sing to no one there, and no one heard half of me in the chair. I am crying, I am shy, and I am lost, and I can't even say why. Leaving me lonely still. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely. Thank you very much. Thank you. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely.