Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

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 Until you've seen these trash can dreams 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 tune I might join in Oh, and 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, oh 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 Until you've seen these trash can dreams come true And stand at the edge while people run you through And I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you, yeah I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you, oh While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night Well 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