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.