LA's fine, the sun shines most of the time;
At least the feeling's laid back
Palm trees grow and rents are low but you know,
I keep thinking about making my way back
I'm Arizona born and raised but these days, I'm lost between two shores
LA's fine but it ain't home; Arizona'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;
Leaving me lonely still.