New York's Not My Home (Harper College 2/5/73) - Jim Croce

Things were spinnin' 'round me

And all my thoughts were cloudy

And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me

Been in so many places, you know I've run so many races

I looked into the empty faces of the people of the night

Somethin' is just not right

'Cause I know that I've gotta get outta here

I'm so alone

Don't you know that I gotta get outta here

'Cause New York's not my home

Though all the streets are crowded

There's somethin' strange about it

I lived there 'bout a year and I never once felt at home

I thought I'd make the big time

I learned a lot of lessons awfully quick

And now I'm tellin' you that they were not the nice kind

It has been so long since I have felt fine

That's the reason that I've gotta get outta here

I'm so alone

Don't you know that I gotta get outta here

'Cause New York's not my home

That's the reason that I've gotta get outta here

I'm so alone

Don't you know that I gotta get outta here

'Cause New York's not my home