Letra y acordes
Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Restoration
[Verse 1]
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
And I thank the Lord... there s people out there like you
I thank the Lord there s people out there like you
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
This Broadway s got
It s got a lot of songs to sing and If I knew the tune I might join in
I ll 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
They know not if it s dark outside or light