text: 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