Summer receiver, tuned to the night City's still warm, city's still bright

Windows down, roads on the wind Summer receiver, let it all in

Midnight boulevard, no one's in a rush Streetlight catches the after-hours hush

Warm bass rolls easy under the wheel Vinyl crackle, that's the realest feel

Muted guitar chops soft on the left Horn layer floats like a slow-motion breath

Kick lands low, snare falls mellow behind Summer receiver, clearing out my mind

Clearing out, yeah This is the hour, the city speaks true

Maj nine chord drifting under city blues Not looking back, just receiving the night

Summer receiver, everything's right Everything's right, oh

Summer receiver, tuned to the night City's still warm, city's still bright

Windows down, roads on the wind Summer receiver, let it all in

Late cafe glow through the passenger glass Two figures talk and the moment won't last

But that's the beauty of the after-hours scene Everything lit up between the in-between

Six-nine chord rings out across the overpass Hi-hat shuffle lifts the groove like summer grass

Silky horn slides up a smile in the brass Summer receiver, catching all that passes

All that passes, feel it

Night don't have to mean the end of something good

Some signals only travel when the air is understood

Tune yourself open, warm lows, airy highs Summer receiver, reading between the lines

Between the lines This is the hour, the city speaks true

Maj nine chord drifting under city blues Not looking back, just receiving the night

Summer receiver, everything's right Summer receiver, tuned to the night

City's still warm, city's still bright Windows down, roads on the wind

Summer receiver, let it all in Keep the antenna open wide

Summer receiver, endless ride