New Yorks 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 Ive 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



That I gotta get out of here

Im so alone

Dont you know that I gotta get out of here

cause new yorks not my home



Though all the streets are crowded

Theres somethin strange about it

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

I thought Id make the big time

I learned a lot of lessons awful quick

And now Im tellin you

That they were not the nice kind

And its been so long since I have felt fine, thats the reason



That I gotta get out of here

Im so alone

Dont you know that I gotta get out of here

cause new yorks not my home