You used to live in New York City,
Then you moved to LA,
But you still miss the street where you used to play.
So you hurry on back there,
You even leave your pool and your car.
Only to find you no longer belong.
Oh, do you know what you are.
You hit the streets at midnight,
Still dancing after dawn,
But something is missing.
Do you like your love in the dark,
Or all layed out in the sun,
When you can't make up your mind,
Do you know what you are?
Bi-coastal,
Miss the natural speed of the city,
Bi-coastal,
California's fine if you'e pretty.
You can hear me singing,
From the towers of Manhatten,
To the hills of Beverley,
All those girls on TV movies,
Or those boys on Broadway.
