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 down
And 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 back
Oh, 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 change
And 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 lead
And 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 life
Oh, 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 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
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa
But tonight's the kind of night
When everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
When everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
When everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
When everything could change
Artist: Children Of Bodom
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Artist: Jonas Blue