Mandy Moore Lyrics

Album: COVERAGE

Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters Lyrics

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 dreams 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 tune I might join in

 Oh, and 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

 

 Oh

 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

 

 Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true and

 You stand at the edge while people run you through

 And I thank the Lord 

 There's people out there like you, yeah

 I thank the Lord 

 There's people there like you, oh

 

 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