Best opening lyric

Seeing this go around the twitters, and thought it would be good for here (apologies if a db):



A couple of my favorites:

"The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves"

"How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore..."

 

All your dreams are made
When you're chained to
the mirror and the
razor blade, today's
the day that all the world will see.

 

Sways

 

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on now
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.

 

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, heading for the trains, feeling nearly faded as my jeans.

 

"All I need is a TV show ... that and the radio ... "

"I held the book so tightly in my hands
I saw your picture, heard you call my name
There was something strange, I could not look away
I wanted to be there, I wanted to go ... "

"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way ... "

"They say that these are not the best of times,
But they're the only times I've ever known,
And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes,
And I can only stand apart and sympathize.
For we are always what our situations hand us...
It's either sadness or euphoria. ... "

"Turn me loose from your hands
Let me fly to distant lands
Over green fields, trees and mountains
Flowers and forest fountains
Home along the lanes of the skyway ... "

(Five to start with, anyway ... )

 

"The girl from all those songs
Who made everything feel right
She came in like an angel, into your lonely life
And filling your world with light
Oh, and everybody told you you're oh so lucky ... "

 

I was born in Little Rock
Had a childhood sweetheart
We were always hand in hand

 

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life.

 

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.

 

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

 

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin