歌詞

Last chord rings, lights go up, Pack my cable, drain my cup. Tiny stage, my ears still ring, Heart still stuck on every string. Friends say “good show, text me soon,” Neon blur outside the room. Say goodbye, we split the fare, City wind in midnight air. I find a seat, two from the back, Press my head against the glass. On the night bus back home, whoa-oh, Streetlights flicker like a low echo. Phone in my hand, your message glows, “Nice set tonight” and my chest explodes. I feel small but not alone, On the night bus, night bus back home. Drum bag sleeps across the aisle, Bandmate snoring, crooked smile. Setlist folded in my jeans, Sweat still cold on my old tee. Missed the last train, that’s okay, Cheap slow ride to yesterday. Watch the shops and houses pass, Moonlight shaking on the glass. I’m not sure what comes next year, But for now the road is clear. On the night bus back home, whoa-oh, Streetlights flicker like a low echo. Phone in my hand, your message glows, “Nice set tonight” and my chest explodes. I feel small but not alone, On the night bus, night bus back home. Maybe we’ll just stay unknown, Names in tiny, fading font. But if one song reached your night, Then this ride already shines. On the night bus back home, whoa-oh, Quiet city running in slow-mo. Face on the glass, breath drawing ghosts, Think of the kids singing in the front row. I feel tired but not alone, On the night bus, night bus back home. Yeah, I’m tired but not alone, On the night bus, night bus back home.