Interpret:

Scott McKenzie

Album:

The Voice Of Scott McKenzie

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,
And 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...