Meditações - a clock that always said twelve-thirty

… 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 'til 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

But 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

The Mamas & the Papas - Twelve-thirty