Twelve Thirty

Twelve Thirty - The Mamas/The Papas

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

But lie there shattered into fragments

Young girls are coming to the canyon

To 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

Keep my blinds drawn

And I can't keep myself from talking

And I can't keep myself from talking

And I can't keep myself from talking