susannah mccorkle
do you miss new york?
Since I took a left and moved out to the coast From time to time I find myself engrossed With other erstwhile denizens of the apple  While we sit around and take L.A. to task There's a question someone's bound to ask And with this complex matter we must grapple  Do you miss New York? The anger, the action Does your laid back lifestyle Lack a certain satisfaction?  Do you ever burn to pack up and return To the thick of it, or are you really sick of it? As you always say  Do you miss the pace? The rat race, a racket If you had to face it now Do you still think you could hack it?  When you're back in town for a quick look around How is it? Does it seem like home Or just another nice place to visit?  Were those halcyon days just a youthful phase you outgrew? Tell me, do you miss New York? Do you miss New York?  Do you miss the strain? The traffic, the tension Do you view your new terrain With a touch of condescension on this quiet street?  Is it really as sweet as it seems out here? Do you dream your dreams out here or is that passe? Do you miss the scene? The frenzy, the faces  Did you trade the whole parade For a pair of parking places? If you had the choice would you still choose to do it all again?  Do you find yourself standing in line to see Annie Hall again? Do you ever run into that someone who used to be you? Do you miss New York? Me too, me too, me too, me too