
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 |
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 |
I 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 |
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 |
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 |
I 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 |
They know not |
If it's dark outside or light |