Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Now I know, "Spanish harlem" are not 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,
You stand at the edge, while people run you through.
And 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 they can't and that is why,
They know not if it's dark outside or light.
This broadway's got, it's got a lot of songs to sing,
If I knew the tunes I might join in.
I go my way alone, grow my own,
My own seeds shall be sown, in New York city.
Subway's no way, for a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown.
And 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 they can't and that is why,
They know not if it's dark outside or light.
And now I know, "Spanish harlem" are not 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 a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown.
And 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 they 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.
