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