Lyrics:

New York City was a stich in timeWhen I stood all I could of LAPatchin'' up the pieces of my tangled mindDiggin'' somethin'' different every day, yeah.Soon as I was better I was movin'' onGettin'' it together, gettin'' good and goneAnd by (gettin'' by) high (good and high)And strange (gonna get some strange.)New ain''t nothin'' but a state of mindKeeps a man from missin'' what he left behindI''ll take anything that I can findAnyhow, anywhere, anyway, anytime.I''ll keep livin'' till the day I dieAs long as I can get it up for one more tryGettin'' by (gettin'' by) high (good and high)And strange (gonna get some strange.)