Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters Lyrics - Maren Morris

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 

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 

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This Broadway's got 

It's got a lot of songs to sing 

If I knew the tunes, I might join in 

I 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, hey 

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 

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, hey 

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 

They know not if it's dark outside or light