Could be the night of the time of your life waiting to show
Could be the sight of the wrong with the right
You'd never know
To close your mind, you make a circle with your little tired eyes
Until the bumper cars inside tuck in for the night
Could be the sound of your voice in a round
Deeper you go
But time is lost in the dark and the dust to the unknown
Just close your eyes and make a circle with your little tired mind
Until the bumper cars inside tuck in for the night
Why won't people change?
Could be the night of the time of your life waiting to show
Could be the sight of the wrong with the right
You'd never know