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 dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
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, and
They know not if it's dark outside or light.
- Adam Schneider, [email protected]