Tom: Db
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.
