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 walkin'

I can no longer keep my blinds 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 till I feel it



Young girls are coming to the canyon

And in the mornings I can see them walkin'

I can no longer keep my blinds 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 coming to the canyon

And in the mornings I can see them walkin'

I can no longer keep my blinds drawn

And I can't keep myself from talkin