I used to live in New York CityEverything there was dark and dirtyOutside my window was a steepleWith a clock that always said 12.30Young girls are coming to the canyonAnd in the mornings I can see them walkingI can no longer keep my life strongAnd I can't keep myself from talkingAt first so strange to feel so friendlyTo say good morning and really mean itTo feel these changes happening in meBut not to notice till I feel itYoung girls are coming to the canyonAnd in the mornings I can see them walkingI can no longer keep my life strongAnd I can't keep myself from talkingCloudy waters catch no reflectionImages of beauty are the stagnantVibration pounds in no directionBut my head shatters into brightnessYoung girls are coming to the canyonAnd in the mornings I can see them walkingI can no longer keep my life strongAnd I can't keep myself from talking