Twelve

[Verso 1] Am Am/G D G G7 G6 G I used to live in New York City Am Am/G Dm G G7 G6 G Everything there was dark and dirty Am Am/G Dm G Eb Cm7 G Outside my window was a steeple Am Ab G Gadd11 G with a clock that always said twelve-thirty C G7 Young girls are coming to the canyon F Am G7 And in the mornings I can see them walking C G7 I can no longer keep my blinds drawn F Fm C And I can't keep myself from talking [Verso 2] Am Am/G D G G7 G6 G At first, so strange, to feel so friendly Am Am/G Dm G G7 G6 G To say good morning and really mean it Am Am/G Dm G Eb Cm7 G To feel these changes happening in me Am Ab G Gadd11 G But not to notice till I feel it C G7 Young girls are coming to the canyon F Am G7 And in the mornings I can see them walking C G7 I can no longer keep my blinds drawn F Fm C And I can't keep myself from talking [Verso 3] Am Am/G D G G7 G6 G Cloudy waters cast no reflection Am Am/G Dm G G7 G6 G Images of beauty lie there stagnant Am Am/G Dm G Eb Cm7 G Vibrations bounce in no direction Am Ab G G7 And lie there shattered into fragments C G7 Young girls are coming to the canyon (Young girls are coming to the canyon) F Am G7 And in the mornings I can see them walking (In the mornings I can see them walking) C G7 I can no longer keep my blinds drawn (I can no longer keep my blinds drawn) F Fm C And I can't keep myself from talking C G7 Young girls are coming to the canyon F Am G7 And in the mornings I can see them walking