A Well It StaysA well it staysMy faceAnd burns the corners of my eyesBut I don't need to seeCan you feel it permeatingAnd ripping through your chestInside of this masqueradeI wear the best disguiseKeeping the truth discreetCause no one has toNo one has toNo one has to knowNo one has to knowAs I hold this microphoneI see the hills of Mount OroWhere I'd watch the sun sink into MontereyJust a small town kid with blue jeans and an old guitarCan you feel it permeatingAnd ripping through your chestInside of this masqueradeI wear the best disguiseKeeping the truth discreetCause no one has toNo one has to knowI've got my name on that listFraudulent promisesTo everyone aroundBut no one has toNo one has to knowNo one has to knowThrowing rocks at a fence postBy an old red barn at the river roadThe same place that my father's fatherFather's father once raisedMy blood is as thick as the oathUnder which I sit to avoid the heatFrom the life I've madeFrom the new life I have madeCan you feel it permeatingAnd ripping through your chestInside of this masqueradeI wear the best disguiseKeeping the truth discreetCause no one has toNo one has to knowI've got my name on that listFraudulent promisesTo everyone aroundBut no one has toNo one has to know