Masquerade Lyrics - Long Line Of Leavers - Caedmons Call

On an open stretch of freeway 

Underneath the canvas clouds 

The blackness after evening 

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