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 ol d 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