Chameleon

Chameleon, chameleon, changing every color that I'm in.
Chameleon, chameleon, tell me where the real me begins.
Wo- work under the neon glow, chameleon,
One face I don't know.
I wore a smile for the money man,
A colder shade when the night sets in.
Blended into every crowded room,
A quiet ghost in a borrowed costume.
But the roads keep playing a lonesome tune,
And the truth shows up like a hunter's moon.