Karaoké New York's Not My Home Jim Croce

Well, things were spinning 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

And something is just not right

'Cos I know that

I gotta get out of here

I'm so alone

Don't you know that

I gotta get out of here

'Cos, New York's not my home

Though all the streets are crowded there's something strange about it

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

I thought I'd make the big time

I learned a lot of lessons awful quick

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

And it's been so long since I have felt fine

That's the reason that

I gotta get out of here

I'm so alone

Don't you know that

I gotta get out of here

'Cos New York's not my home

That's the reason that

I gotta get out of here

I'm so alone

Don't you know that

I gotta get out of here

'Cos New York's not my home