(Dave Frishberg) 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 pa**e 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