Lyrics:

New York City was a stich in time**lf**When I stood all I could of LA**lf**Patchin'' up the pieces of my tangled mind**lf**Diggin'' somethin'' different every day, yeah.**lf****lf**Soon as I was better I was movin'' on**lf**Gettin'' it together, gettin'' good and gone**lf**And by (gettin'' by) high (good and high)**lf**And strange (gonna get some strange.)**lf****lf**New ain''t nothin'' but a state of mind**lf**Keeps a man from missin'' what he left behind**lf**I''ll take anything that I can find**lf**Anyhow, anywhere, anyway, anytime.**lf****lf**I''ll keep livin'' till the day I die**lf**As long as I can get it up for one more try**lf**Gettin'' by (gettin'' by) high (good and high)**lf**And strange (gonna get some strange.)