There's a boy with his 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 street lights Are the only signal That 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
On his lips a perfect smile His eyes begin to flood
Because 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'd 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
Because 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 Ohhh Ohhh
Oh tonight's the kind of night Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night Where everything could change
The night outside is five below His heart is pumping blood
The song is an anthem of escape, although the destination is kept deliberately unspecific.
When I was 18, I drove across the States for three months, playing my guitar at open-mic nights. I love that feeling of being lost for days and just bearing straight on down.
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When I was 18, I drove across the States for three months, playing my guitar at open-mic nights. I love that feeling of being lost for days and just bearing straight on down.
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