Singer: Mandy Moore

Album: coverage

Author e. John & Tao Ping

Now I know.

Harlem, Spain is not just a nice word.

I thought I knew.

But now I know that rose trees never grow in new york.

Until you see this trash can, your dream comes true

You stand on the edge and people run past you.

Thank God, and people like you.

Thank God, and people like you.

And Mona Lisa and the crazy hat

The son of a banker, the son of a lawyer

Turn around and say good morning to the night

Because unless they see the sky

But they can't, that's why.

They don't know whether it is dark or bright outside.

This is Broadway

It has many songs to sing.

If I knew the tune, I might join in.

I will go my own way.

Plant my own, my own seeds will be planted in new york.

The subway is not the way for good people to go down.

Rich people can ride horses and tramps can drown.

I thank God for letting me find these people.

I thank God for letting me find these people.

No, it doesn't matter whether it's dark or bright outside.