A Lyric Retold by Black Bart, Highwayman and the Moody Blues
We’re living in the Land of Make-Believe …
And trying not to let it show!
And in that land of make-believe …
We’re breathing in the smoke of high and low!
We’re taking up a whole lot of room …
Somewhere in this dark and silent night!
Our pleas will be heard … please make it soon …
Can’t find our way out of this horror and fright!
A make-believe world of orphans and widows …
Of critters, of creatures and carnivores!
So latch well all the shutters on your windows …
And double lock all the locks on your doors!
Let no secrets come between us any more …
Only luck and sharp wit will see us through!
The nightmare screams to you … nevermore …
You’ll soon know what imagination can do!
We’re living in the Land of Make-Believe …
And trying not to let it show!
And in that land of make-believe …
We’re breathing in the smoke of high and low!