Twelve Thirty

Intro: Verso 1: | - 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' Verso 2: | - 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' Verso 2: | - 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' Outro (Fade Out)