The east-coast cynic drags on his cigarette
As the west-coast flower child looks on
He speaks of religion as opiate
She smiles and tells him he's wrong
Here I am in the middle of it
Not knowing what to make of both
They ask me to settle the argument
But all I can say is I don't know
It's a song, it's a sigh, it's the way you touch me, it's the falling rain
(It's a lovely day)
It's the same everyday you call me to walk with you again
(It's a lovely day)
Where's the line between faith and fantasy
The cynic wants to know
The question makes shift uncomfortably
I just know what I know
Proof is in the eyes you see it through
Can you yield to belief?
Open hearts will open eyes
Only then will you see
Chorus
It's a lovely day
Chorus
