I used to live in new york city 
Every thing there was dark and dirty 
Outside my window was a steeple 
With a clock that always said 12:30 

Young girls [bad word] to the canyon 
And in the morning I can see them walking 
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn 
And I cant 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 till I feel it. 

Young girls [bad word] to the canyon 
And in the morning I can see them walking 
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn 
And I cant keep myself from talking. 

Cloudy waters cast no reflection 
Images of beauty lie there stagnant 
Vibrations bounce in no direction 
And lie there shattered into fragments. 

Young girls [bad word] to the canyon 
And in the morning I can see them walking 
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn 
And I cant keep myself from talking.