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 to His light