Chorus:
Windows down in your stopped car
Radio picking up the distant city’s station
You pass me the glass, your lipstick in the rim
“summer babe” narration, waiting waiting

Waiting, waiting

Out the roof the moon unscrews
And on your face the night is see-through
We’re already late, but I kinda wish we’d stay
A passing car sounds a “whoosh,” a wave that’s circulating

Circulating, circulating

Chorus:
Windows down in your stopped car
Radio picking up the distant city’s station
You pass me the glass, your lipstick in the rim
“summer babe” narration, waiting waiting