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