On an open stretch of freeway
underneath the kansas clouds
the blackness after evening

swallowed everything around
and just up ahead on the open horizon
we saw the faintest glow

and as we drew near it seems so clear that the dark
would no longer grow


chorus:
in the center of the city
comes the illusion of the day

when everything looks pleasing
its easy to think you've found the way
but its all just a big masquerade


i remember three years earlier
in the same old lonesome road

and that same old darkness lingered
as we watched from below
and out of nowhere

thunder crashed down
and the lightning conquered everything around
and the dark had to flee

and the light of that little town
was as dark as the night compared to this light
(chorus)