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Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Val McCallum
Val McCallum
Guitar
Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow
Vocals
MITCHELL FROOM
MITCHELL FROOM
Harpsichord
Pete Thomas
Pete Thomas
Drums
Rufus Wainwright
Rufus Wainwright
Vocals
Susanna Hoffs
Susanna Hoffs
Vocals
Steve Amedee
Steve Amedee
Tambourine
Chris Stills
Chris Stills
Vocals
David Piltch
David Piltch
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Phillips
John Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MITCHELL FROOM
MITCHELL FROOM
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Recording Engineer
David Boucher
David Boucher
Recording Engineer

Texty

[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
Cloudy waters cast no reflection
Images of beauty lie there stagnant
Vibrations bounce in no directions
But lie there shattered into fragments
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings, I can see them walking
Written by: John Phillips

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