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 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

*chorus*