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 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 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