Masquerade

On an open stretch of freeway
 Underneath the canvas clouds
 The blackness after midnight
 Swallowed everything around
 But just up ahead 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
 The dark had to flee
 Now the light of the little town
 Was as dark as the night compared to His light
 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