Bi-Coastal

You used to live in New York City Then you moved to L.A. But you still miss the streets Where you used to play So you hurry on back there Even leave your pool and your car Only to find you no longer belong Fool, don't you know what you are Yeah, hit the streets at midnight Still dancing after dawn But something seems to be missing Just what are you running from Do you like your love in the dark Or laid out in the sun? When you can't make up your mind Don't you know what you've become Bi-coastal, miss the natural speed of the city Bi-coastal, California's fine if you're pretty You can always hear me singing Oh, say can you see? From the towers of Manhattan To the hills of Beverly All those girls on TV movies All those boys on Broadway When you can't make up your mind You know you go either way Bi-coastal, miss the natural speed of the city Bi-coastal, California's fine if you're pretty, oh yeah Bi-coastal, miss the natural speed of the city, oh yeah, yeah Bi-coastal, California's fine if you're pretty Bi-coastal, when both are so much fun Tell me why do you have to pick, why do you have to pick Why do you have to pick one? --- Bi-Coastal - Peter Allen