Twelve Thirty (Young Girls Are Coming To The Canyon)

I used to live in New York City
 Everything there was dark and dirty
 Outside my window was a steeple
 With a clock that always said twelve-thirty
 
 Young girls are coming to the canyon
 And in the mornings I can see them walking
 I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
 And I can't keep myself from talking
 At first so strange to feel so friendly
 To say good morning and really mean it
 To feel these changes happening in me
 But not to notice 'til I feel it
 Young girls are coming to the canyon
 And in the mornings I can see them walking
 I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
 And I can't keep myself from talking
 Cloudy waters cast no reflection
 Images of beauty lie there stagnant
 Vibrations bounce in no direction
 But lie there shattered into fragments
 Young girls are coming to the canyon (young girls are in the canyon)
 And in the mornings I can see them walking (in the mornings I can see them walking)
 I can no longer keep my blinds drawn (can no longer keep my blinds drawn)
 And I can't keep myself from talking