And now I know
Spanish harlem arent just
Pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know
That rose trees never grow
In new york city
Until youve seen
This trash can dream come true
Stand at the edge
Have people run you through
I thank the lord
Theres people out there like you
I thank the lord
Theres 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 cant and that is why
They know not if its
Dark outside or light
This broadways got
Got a lot of songs to sing and
If I knew the tunes
I might join in
Ill go my way alone
Grow my own
My own seed shall be sown
In new york city
Subways 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 cant and that is why
They know not if its
Dark outside or light
And now I know
Spanish harlem arent just
Pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know
That rose trees never grow
In new york city
Subways 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 cant and that is why
They know not if its
Dark outside or light
They know not if its
Dark outside or light
Spanish harlem arent just
Pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know
That rose trees never grow
In new york city
Until youve seen
This trash can dream come true
Stand at the edge
Have people run you through
I thank the lord
Theres people out there like you
I thank the lord
Theres 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 cant and that is why
They know not if its
Dark outside or light
This broadways got
Got a lot of songs to sing and
If I knew the tunes
I might join in
Ill go my way alone
Grow my own
My own seed shall be sown
In new york city
Subways 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 cant and that is why
They know not if its
Dark outside or light
And now I know
Spanish harlem arent just
Pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know
That rose trees never grow
In new york city
Subways 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 cant and that is why
They know not if its
Dark outside or light
They know not if its
Dark outside or light