Twelve-Thirty (Young Girls Are Coming To the Canyon) (feat. Susanna Hoffs, Chris Stills & Sheryl Crow)

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 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 'til I feel it 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 But lie there shattered into fragments Young girls are coming to the canyon (young girls are in the canyon) And in the mornings I can see them walking (in the mornings I can see them walking) I can no longer keep my blinds drawn (can no longer keep my blinds drawn) And I can't keep myself from talking Young girls are coming to the canyon And in the mornings I can see them walking