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
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
My Mona Lisa's in that heaven, sons of bankers, sons of lords
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky, but they can't, that is why
They know not if it's dark or if it's dark
Outside or alive
This Broadway sky, it's got a lot of songs to sing
And if I knew the tune, I might join in
Go my way alone, go my own, my own
See, it shall be so
Go my way alone, go my own, my own
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
The people I have found
My Mona Lisa's in that heaven, sons of bankers, sons of lords
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky, but they can't, that is why
Turn around and say good morning to the night

They know not if it's dark outside or alive
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
I thought I knew
And 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
Rich man can ride, and the hobo, he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found


For the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
While Mona Lisa's in my house
Suns are bankers, suns are lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For I'm the face of the sky
But they can't, that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
They know not if it's dark outside or light