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