New York`s Not My Home — текст песни (Jim Croce)

Well 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
And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
And something is just not right ... `cause I know

CHORUS:

That I gotta get out of here
I`m so alone
Don`t you know that I gotta get out of here
`Cause New York`s not my home

Though all the streets are crowded
There`s something strange about it
Lived there `bout a year and I never once felt at home
I though I`d make the big time
I learned a lot of lessons awful quick
And now I`m tellin` you
That they were not the nice kind
And it`s been so long since I have felt fine ... that`s the reason

(Repeat Chorus)