"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
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..."
Nice city shot! Contrast of old and new... and the curve of the lamp post softens all the straight lines. I'm glad I live where I can see the sky... and I can only see 3 houses and a barn... I'm a country girl at heart!
