Thinly Veiled Disguise - Ron Sexsmith

Under every sky of baby blue

Is an undercurrent of rain

Under every trial life puts you through

Is an undercurrent of change

Though the sun now is shrouded in gray

It's pulling the wool over my eyes

When it looks like hell I tell myself

It's a thinly veiled disguise

I feel a dark wind blowing through my hair

Blowing through my dreams at night

It's tearing me from all that I hold dear

As I hold on for dear life

Through the dark hours we stumble and fall

And fumble around for the light

As far as I can tell the dark as well

Wears a thinly veiled disguise

Under every sky of baby blue

Is an undercurrent of rain

Under every trial life puts you through

Is an undercurrent of change

Through the noise and the poisonous words

That lead us to believe otherwise

I can hear the bells they're ringing out

Through a thinly veiled disguise