On an open stretch of freeway   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 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   That dark had to flee   Now the light of the little town   Was as dark as the night compared tothe light