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'll 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

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

Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters - Elton John