Opening Day - Gene Clark

Struck by the sight of waking dreams

At hand our time’s before our eyes

Called out to look beyond what seemed

To hear the woe an angel cry

In the distance the sun rose

Near we heard a clock chime

But the breeze murmured not yet

For there still is just a very little time

Our faces drenched by pouring rain

We laughed as closely we had clung

Our senses keen from lack of pain

Our souls the streams of songs we sung

Now the shadings around us

Judged yet not by our sight

In the light of our questing

The truth came through more clearly into sight

Around the eyes of disbelief

Intoxicated by their doubt

Moreover offered no relief

Afraid to look for finding out

Yet some danced and some sang songs

And some live for today

And around us the windows

Of wonder were unshuttered on our way