Please submit a candidate for best opening line in a rock song

National/Global Poetry Writing Month, Day 30: the finish line (wipes sweat from writerly brow).

Part of our family text chain.

NaPoWriMo.net: “In his meandering poem, “Grateful Dead Tapes,” poet Ed Skoog riffs on the eponymous tapes that he’s found in a secondhand store, remembering various instances of hearing the band, both live and in recording. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that also describes different times in which you’ve heard the same band or piece of music across your lifetime.”

(If anyone wants to submit a candidate of their own in the comments, please feel free. But you may be shouted down by my teenagers.)

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What is the best opening line in a rock song?
A debate rages across our family phones:
memes and screenshots and mild insults.
The text chain is peppered with Pink Floyd tunes.

I'm not the biggest fan, but I remember 
the first time I heard “Wish You Were Here”—
two men meeting in the middle, in flames—
high school, my friend’s music room
(a dim little den, stereo stacked). 
I loved the sadness of it.

Now when it comes on the radio, my middle son turns it up.
Despair drowns the air. For me, it’s never 
the opening lines. It’s always the later lyrics:
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year.

In my mind, there's bright blue gravel.
A little castle in the middle, a cute “No Fishing” sign
and two orange fish, big eyes unblinking:
never remembering the other, forgotten in one swish

lapping, lapping, lapping the water
mouthing words they cannot swallow
nor utter.