Bi-Coastal - Peter Allen

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

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 just 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

Bi-coastal, when both are so much fun

Why do you have to pick one

You can always hear me singing

Oh say can you see

From the towers of Manhattan

To the hills of Beverly

All those girls in TV movies

All those boys on Broadway

When you can’t make up your mind

You know you’d go either way

Bi-coastal, miss the natural speed of the city

Bi-coastal, California’s fine if you’re pretty

Bi-coastal, when both are so much fun

Why do you have to pick one