Do You Miss New York? - Susannah McCorkle

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 question we must grapple

Do you miss New York

The anger, the action

Does this laid back lifestyle

Lack a certain satisfaction

Do you ever burn

To pack up and return to the thick of it

Are you really sick of it

As you always say

Do you miss the pace

The rat race, the racket

And 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 feel like home

Or just another nice place to visit

And 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

And on this quiet street

Is it really as sweet as it seems out here

Do you dream your dreams out here

Or it that passe

Do you miss the scene

The frenzy, the faces

Did you trade the whole parade

For a pair of parking places

And if you had the choice

Would you still choose to do it all again

Do you find yourself in line

To see «Annie Hall» again

And do you ever run into that guy

Who used to be you

Tell me do you miss New York

Me too