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.)