- 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 comin' to the canyon
- And in the mornin's I can see them walkin'
- I can no longer keep my blind drawn
- And I can't keep myself from talkin'
- At first, so strange to feel so friendly
- To say good mornin' and really mean it
- To feel these changes happenin' in me
- But not to notice 'til I feel it
- Young girls are comin' to the canyon
- And in the mornin's I can see them walkin'
- I can no longer keep my blind drawn
- And I can't keep myself from talkin'
- 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 comin' to the canyon
(Young girls are comin' to the canyon)
- And in the mornin's I can see them walkin'
(In the mornin I can see them walkin')
- I can no longer keep my blind drawn
(I can no longer keep my blind drawn)
- And I can't keep myself from talkin'
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