Am        D                G    G7 C G
I used to live in New York City.
Am         Dm                 G    G7 C G
Everything there was dark and dirty.
Am         F            G       G7 Eb G
Outside my window was a steeple,
Am                Fm                 G      G7 G G7
With a clock that always said twelve-thirty.

[Refrão]

C                             G
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
F          Am                      G      G7
And in the mornings I can see them walking.
C                       G
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
F           Fm               C
And I can't keep myself from talking.

Am           D                   G       G7 C G
At first, so strange, to feel so friendly.
Am          Dm                 G         G7 C G
To say good morning and really mean it.
Am            F                 G    F Eb G
To feel these changes happening in me,
Am         Fm            G         G7 G G7
But not to notice till I feel it.

[Refrão]

C                             G
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
F          Am                      G      G7
And in the mornings I can see them walking.
C                       G
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
F           Fm               C
And I can't keep myself from talking.

Am     D                G        G7 C G
Cloudy waters cast no reflection.
Am        Dm               G      G7 C G
Images of beauty lie there stagnant.
Am         F            G        F Eb G
Vibrations bounce in no direction,
Am            Fm             G        G7 G G7
And lie there shattered into fragments.

[Refrão]

C                             G
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
F          Am                      G      G7
And in the mornings I can see them walking.
C                       G
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
F           Fm               C
And I can't keep myself from talking.