Masquerade

On an open stretch of freeway

Underneath the canvas clouds

The blackness after evening

Swallowed everything around

But just up head on the open horizon

We caught the faintest glow

And as we drew near

It seemed so clear that the dark would have to go

In the center of the city

Comes the illusion of the day

When everything looks pretty

It's easy to think you've found the way

But it's all just a big masquerade

It was thirty-six months earlier

On that same old lonesome road

And that same old darkness lingered

Just before the lightning show

And the thunder cracked down

And His lightning conquered everything around

That dark had to flee

Now the light of the little town

Was as dark as the night compared to the light