Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

and now i know

spanish harlem aren't just

pretty words to say

i thought i knew

but now i know

that rose trees never grow

in new york city

until you've seen

this trash can dream come true

stand at the edge

have people run you through

i thank the lord

there's people out there like you

i thank the lord

there's people out there like you

while mona lisas and mad hatters

sons of bankers sons of lawyers

turn around and say

good morning to the night

for unless they see the sky

but the can't and that is why

they know not if it's

dark outside or light

this broadway's got

got a lot of songs to sing and

if i knew the tunes

i might join in

i'll go my way alone

grow my own

my own seed shall be sown

in new york city

subway's no way

for this good man to go down

rich man can ride

and the hobo he can drown

i thank the lord

for the people i have found

i thank the lord

for the people i have found

while mona lisas and mad hatters

sons of bankers sons of lawyers

turn around and say

good morning to the night

for unless they see the sky

but the can't and that is why

they know not if it's

dark outside or light

and now i know

spanish harlem aren't just

pretty words to say

i thought i knew

but now i know

that rose trees never grow

in new york city

subway's no way

for this good man to go down

rich man can ride

and the hobo he can drown

i thank the lord

for the people i have found

i thank the lord

for the people i have found

while mona lisas and mad hatters

sons of bankers sons of lawyers

turn around and say

good morning to the night

for unless they see the sky

but the can't and that is why

they know not if it's

dark outside or light

they know not if it's

dark outside or light