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

Country Comfort

by Bernie Taupin

Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week

I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
She's really going fine for eighty-four
She asked me if sometime I'd fix her barn
Poor old girl, she needs a hand to run the farm

And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old-fashioned feeling, fully grown
Country comfort's in a truck that's going home

Down at the well they've got a new machine
The foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
But that ain't natural, well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day

Now the old fat goose is flying 'cross the sticks
The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks
And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch
Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch