Tonight's The Kind Of Night

There's a boy with his head pressed up to the window
Of a bus headed out of town
His breath on the glass, he draws with his finger
Map of the roads they go downAnd circles the street lights, the only signal
There's people out there in the black
And he waves goodbye to the town he grew up in
Knows that he'll never come backOh, but tonight, the sight is far below
His heart is pumping blood
On his lips, the perfect smile
His eyes begin to flood'Cause tonight's the kind of night
When everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
When everything could changeAnd the rumble strip crack and the rattling frame
He had a pulse on his head
And the engine honks a humble tune
A melody of rubber and leadAnd the lamplight glow paradise stars
And infinity of dancing white light
He sees his death as an experience only
Not to those who planned out his lifeOh, but tonight, the sight is far below
And the moon is in the sky
His heart is full of perfect joy
He whispers his goodbye'Cause tonight's the kind of night
When everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
When everything could changeAnd tonight he's not gonna come back home
Oh, tonight he's not gonna come back home
Oh, tonight he's not gonna come back home
Oh, whoa, oh, whoaBut tonight's the kind of night
When everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
When everything could changeTonight's the kind of night
When everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
When everything could change