Capo 1st fret
Standard (EADGBE)
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.
Chorus
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 till I feel it.
Chorus
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,
and lie there shattered into fragments.
Chorus
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.(FAde.)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.