Lyrics

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 "12:30" 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 Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba... Young girls are coming to the canyon And in the morning I can see them walking I can no longer keep my blinds drawn And I can't keep myself from talking