Mandy Moore - Mona Lisa And Mad Hatter Lyrics
Now I know "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words to sayI thought I knewBut now I know that rose trees never grow in New York cityUntil you've seen these trash can dreams come trueYou stand at the edge while people run you throughAnd I thank the Lord there's people out there like youI thank the Lord there's people out there like you, mmWhile Mona Lisas and mad hattersSons of bankers, sons of lawyersTurn around and say "good morning" to the nightFor unless they see the sky but they can't and that is whyThey know not if it's dark out side or lightThis Broadway's got, its got a lot of songs to singIf I knew the tunes I might join in, oh andI go my way alone, grow my ownMy own seeds shall be sown in New York citySubway's no way for a good man to go downRich man can ride and the hobo he can drownAnd I thank the Lord for the people I have foundI thank the Lord for the people I have found, ohWhile Mona Lisas and mad hattersSons of bankers, sons of lawyersTurn around and say "good morning" to the nightFor unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is whyThey know not if it's dark out side or lightAnd now I know "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words to say, hmmI thought I knewBut now I know that rose trees never grow in New York cityUntil you've seen these trash can dreams come true andYou stand at the edge while people run you throughAnd I thank the Lord there's people out there like you, yeahI thank the Lord there's people out there like you, ohWhile Mona Lisas and mad hattersSons of bankers, sons of lawyersTurn around and say "good morning" to the nightWell unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is whyThey know not if it's dark outside or lightThey know not if it's dark outside or light
