[00:01.72]I used to live in New York City
[00:10.00]Everything there was dark and dirty
[00:18.28]Outside my window was a steeple
[00:26.27]With a clock that always said twelve-thirty
[00:34.96]Young girls are coming to the canyon
[00:42.35]And in the mornings I can see them walking
[00:51.65]I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
[01:00.03]And I can't keep myself from talking
[01:08.59]At first so strange to feel so friendly
[01:17.03]To say good morning and really mean it
[01:25.47]To feel these changes happening in me
[01:34.09]But not to notice till I feel it
[01:42.40]Young girls are coming to the canyon
[01:49.71]And in the mornings I can see them walking
[01:59.15]I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
[02:07.46]And I can't keep myself from talking
[02:16.90]Cloudy waters cast no reflection
[02:23.84]Images of beauty lie there stagnant
[02:32.96]Vibrations bounce in no direction
[02:41.21]But lie there shattered into fragments
[02:49.77]Young girls are coming to the canyon
[02:56.84](Young girls are in the canyon)
[02:58.35]And in the mornings I can see them walking
[03:02.48](In the mornings I can see them walking)
[03:06.72]I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
[03:15.23]And I can't keep myself from talking