Twelve - Thirty

#1. 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. C G Young girls are coming to the canyon, F Fm 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. #2. 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. C G Young girls are coming to the canyon, F Fm 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. #3. 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. C G Young girls are coming to the canyon, F Fm 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.(FAde.)