the concrete is poured 
on top of the boards 
yet the seeds are stored and waiting 
a breeze comes along 
and whispers some crazy song 
and the camera cuts to 
green growing through the grating 

it grows out of neglect 
and reaches for respect and admiration 
it's a celebration 
a rose blooms where nobody's lookin' 
and he knows 
a tree grows in brooklyn. 

where there is no time 
where there's only space 
where human hands don't touch 
and lovers don't embrace 
still there's a sign 
and those who miss it must be blind 
as it slips out over the bible 
and dances to its own survival 

his whisky is poured 
her sober heart's bored 
her dreams have been stored and waiting 
a room full of smoke 
can't soften the broken glass reflection 
of a youth that's fading. 

where there is no time 
where there's only space 
where two souls can touch 
in moments without embrace 
there's living proof 
that spirit is the only truth 
as it slips out over the bible 
and dances to its own survival 

the hungry heart turns 
the broken heart learns 
as ritual burns and crashes 
love gives her the chance 
to live inside a glance 
and stella steps from blanche's ashes 

a rose blooms where nobody's lookin' 
and she knows a tree grows in brooklyn 
yes, they know a tree grows in brooklyn 
i've been there... 
a tree grows in brooklyn 

Words & Music by Harriet Schock