Ron Sexsmith
"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
though the sun now is shrouded in grey 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