The Mamas And The Papas – Twelve thirty
I used to live in New York CityEverything there was dark and dirtyOutside my window was a steepleWith a clock that always said twelve-thirty
Young girls are coming to the canyonAnd in the mornings I can see them walkingI can no longer keep my blinds drawnAnd I can’t keep myself from talking
At first so strange to feel so friendlyTo say good morning and really mean itTo feel these changes happening in meBut not to notice ‘til I feel it
Young girls are coming to the canyonAnd in the mornings I can see them walkingI can no longer keep my blinds drawnAnd I can’t keep myself from talking
Cloudy waters cast no reflectionImages of beauty lie there stagnantVibrations bounce in no directionBut 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








