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?
Writer/s: DAVID W. FOSTER, PETER W. ALLEN, TOM KEANE
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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It really was so easy for Linda Ronstadt to score a hit with her Buddy Holly cover of "It's So Easy." She would sometimes change the lyric to: "It's so easy to have a hit, all you have to do is recycle it."