With Open Eyes

Up on a rooftop with no place to go
Except to my apartment, one floor down below.
The city noises are clear--some brilliant, some stoned.
Over the ledge . . . some lady . . . why did she moan?
The sounds are all real, not one is a lie.
I don't recall the last time I saw a blue sky.
It's hazy as hell, I can't see a thing,
But the bells, they do toll, so loudly they ring.
Not bells, but a noise . . . it makes a loud bang.
Blocking out the last verse that Garcia sang.
Now, if only we'd all open our eyes to see
What potential this world has a possibility to be.
Each person must find who they are and what they believe.
Oh, what a wonderful world we individuals can conceive.
For too long we have sat here and taken what we've got.
It is our turn this time to take control of the plot.
We'll start a new world, one of love, one of peace.
Not a person shall own, not a renter, not a lease.
A total revamping of what is here and now,
We'll create it together, we'll find a way how!