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Musical: Boy From Oz, The
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(Hugh Jackman) 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 Back to main page: Boy From Oz, The Lyrics
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