New York's Not My Home Songtext
von 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′s 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