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, ha-ah
Waiting, waiting, ha-ah
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
Ah-ha, circulating, ah-ha-ah
Ah-ha, circulating, ah-ha-ah
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
