Written by Nadia Piotrowsky (Rigby Summer) copyright Rigby Summer Music, BMI; and Jeff Brown, copyright Chicago Acoustic Underground, ASCAP. All rights reserved.
Produced by Kyle Reid at Naptime Studio, Norman, OK.
Lyrics
Do you think you can hide from me?
that´s wishful thinking, you will see…
I know you love me, like the games you play,
in New York, be it L.A.,
in New York, be it L.A.
If in Denver or the Great Plains,
Tampa… I´ll love you all the same…
You can try to hide, but there´s no hideaway
not in New York, not in L.A.
not in New York, not in L.A.
So give it up, baby,
it´s more than certain, not a maybe
that I`ll find you…
give it up, baby, and tell me…
Cause every step on every street
Is just the rhythm of my heartbeat
I know you love me, but running’s just your way
I know your hopes and I know your fears
I know the story that brought you here
There’s nothing left for you to do or say
You’re in New York, I’m in L.A.
You’re in New York, I’m in L.A.
So give it up, baby,
it´s more than certain, not maybe
that I`ll find you…
give it up, baby, and tell me…
You tell me that you needed space
I’m still waiting for the day
You bring your weary heart to me and say
To give it up, baby, (every step on every street)
it´s more than certain, not maybe (from Beale to Bourbon to Carnaby)
that I`ll find you… (i know the story that brought you here)
give it up, baby, (from Brooklyn Bridge to the Venice Pier)
and tell me…
Give it up, baby, (nothing more to do or say)
it´s more than certain, not maybe (i carried your love all the way)
that I`ll find you…
give it up, baby,
and tell me…
Is New York or is it L.A.?
Is New York or is it L.A.?
