New York's Not My Home (Live)

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 'and 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 something 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 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