邊聽邊想，真像Jim Croce的那首“New York is not my Home". Jim的歌注重孤獨感和對大都市的不認同感，直呼紐約不是我的家；而老羅卻慢悠悠的回味着那個鹿港小鎮的父母愛人媽祖廟的香火清晨和黃昏。挺有意思的，兩首歌都表達對大都市（或者都市化）的排斥，一個是東方式的淺吟輕唱，淡淡的緬懷，一個卻是大喊我遇到了不少不怎麼奈斯的人事，我得離開這個鬼地方。典型的西方人的直爽和毫不猶豫。其實Jim是個十分憂鬱的歌手，就連他，也不會很纏綿的訴說那種感情。。。足可見東西方的巨大思維差別。
Jim Croce: New York Is not My Home 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 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 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 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
