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There's a boy with head

Pressed up to the window

 Of a bus heading out of town

In his breath on the glass

He draws with his finger

 A map of the roads they go down

Circles of streetlights

Are the only signal

 There's people out there in the black

He waves goodbye

To the town he grew up in

 He knows that he'll never come back

 The night outside is five below

 His heart is pumping blood

On his lips a perfect smile

His eyes begin to flood

Tonight's the kind of night

 Where everything could change

Tonight's the kind of night

 Where everything could change

The rumble strip clack

And the rattling frame

Beat out a pulse on his head

The engine hums

A humble tune

 A melody of rubber and lead

Under lamp-light glow

And paradise stars

 An infinity of dancing white light

He sees that his debt

Is to experience only

 And not to those who plan out his life

 The night outside is five below

 The moon is in the sky

His heart is full of perfect joy

He whispers his goodbye

Tonight's the kind of night

 Where everything could change

Tonight's the kind of night

 Where everything could change

And 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

Ohhh

Ohhh

Tonight's the kind of night

 Where everything could change

Tonight's the kind of night

 Where everything could change

Tonight's the kind of night

 Where everything could change

Tonight's the kind of night

 Where everything could change