Twelve Thirty Songtext / Lyric

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 till 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

And 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