[00:01.98]I used to live in New York City;
[00:09.97]Everything there was dark and dirty.
[00:17.70]Outside my window was a steeple
[00:25.83]With a clock that always said twelve-thirty.
[00:34.25]Young girls are coming to the canyon,
[00:42.55]And in the mornings I can see them walking.
[00:50.60]I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
[00:59.00]And I can't keep myself from talking.
[01:07.30]At first so strange to feel so friendly -
[01:13.60]To say good morning and really mean it -
[01:23.46]To feel these changes happening in me,
[01:31.40]But not to notice till I feel it.
[01:39.90]Young girls are coming to the canyon,
[01:48.32]And in the mornings I can see them walking.
[01:56.39]I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
[02:04.63]And I can't keep myself from talking.
[02:13.86]Cloudy waters cast no reflection;
[02:20.35]Images of beauty lie there stagnant.
[02:29.21]Vibrations bounce in no direction,
[02:37.01]And lie there shattered into fragments.
[02:45.53]Young girls are coming to the canyon,
[02:50.16]（Young girls are in the canyon）
[02:53.91]And in the mornings I can see them walking.
[02:58.10]（In the mornings I can see them walking）
[03:02.10]I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
[03:06.96]（Can no longer keep my blinds drawn）
[03:10.21]And I can't keep myself from talking...