LA's fine, sunshine most of the time
The feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow and the 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
LA'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 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
Home is where the heart is................. so here I am :)
xoxoxoxox
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thank you ioanna
def agree home is where the heart is, especially when it comes to privacy&rest. nice blog u got :-)
what about us following each other?
http://rock4less.blogspot.co.uk/
You know what they say, "It doesn't matter where you roam, it's always nice to be back home!".
I remember that song!
Love Di ♥
diane sure is :)
I am, I said
I am, said I
No matter when I am,
I'm there.
Or here,
depending on your perspective,
I guess.
Somewhere, at least.
Wherever I am
Perhaps lost between "yes" and "why."
I am, said I
I am, I said.
very good rob bear
Your picture is so pretty!
And if you don't know where your heart is ?
gattina - it's just to depict the picture saying troubles come and go like the tide Nothing stays the same
lucija - thanks
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