I'm a master of disguise,

Mystery in your eyes,

Travelling the backroads of your country.

Well, you think you've got my number

And then again, you wonder

Will you ever get to find the real me.



Things are not always

As they first may seem

It's like living in a dream.



So you'd like me to reveal

All that i know and feel

At the risk of causing panic and destruction.

Well, there's a method to this madness.

I don't mean to cause you sadness

My course is strictly governed by instruction.









Things are not always

As they first may seem

It's like living in a dream.



I'm a master of disguise

Not about to compromise

My position in this scheme of worldly values.

Ah, they're calling out my name.

I've promised to remain

Ever faithful to the memory of what is true.



Things are not always

As they first may seem

It's like living in a dream.



Oh, i'm living in a dream,

I'm high, i'm high.

In the cold, cold night, i'm high.