Interpret:

Jim Croce

Album:

You Don't Mess Around With Jim

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 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 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 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 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