Elie is fine, the sun shines most of the time And the feeling is laid back Palm trees grow and rents are low But you know I keep thinking about Making my way back Well, I'm New York City born and raised But nowadays I'm lost between two shores Elie is fine, but it ain't home New York's home, but it ain't mine no more I am myself 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 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 am myself 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 myself I am, I cried I am