Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

by Bernie Taupin

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

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 tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
I grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown
In New York City

The 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