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 Oh, 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 bakers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky, but they can and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light 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 and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light They know not if it's dark outside or light Oh, she packed my bags last night, free flight Zero hour, nine a.m. I'm gonna be high, I'm kind by a fair I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife It's lonely out in space Oh, it's such a timeless flight A timeless flight And I think it's gonna be a long, long time One touchdown brings me right against the sun I'm not the man they think I am, I'm Oh, no, I'm a rockin' man A rockin' man, burnin' out of sins of hell alone Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids In fact, it's cold as hell And there's no one there to raise them if you did And all the science, I don't understand It's just my doubt that five days a week A rockin' man Oh, a rockin' man And I think it's gonna be a long, long time One touchdown brings me right against the sun I'm not the man they think I am, I'm Oh, no, I'm a rockin' man A rockin' man, burnin' out of sins of hell alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long time One touchdown brings me right against the sun I'm not the man they think I am, I'm Oh, no, I'm a rockin' man A rockin' man, burnin' out of sins of hell alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time Yeah, I think it's gonna be a long, long time Yes, I think it's gonna be a long, long time Oh, long, long time Yeah, I think it's gonna be a long, long time Oh, long, long time Jesus and Manhattan The moon is a diamond powder Sons of Baker, sons of Boyer Sons of Baker, sons of Royer Turn around and say good morning to the night The moon is a diamond powder Sons of Baker, sons of Royer