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.