Radio Summer Serenade

Dust on the dashboard,

windows down,

Sunset burning gold across the town.

You had your feet up,

I had both hands,

Trying to keep that old wheel straight as we could.

Then a little static,

a guitar cry,

Came floating through the warm July.

You turned it up

and I knew right then,

Some days don’t ever really end.

One spark in the speaker,

One turn of the dial,

And the whole wide summer Came rushing back a while—

Golden Hour Radio,

play it one more time,

Take me where the heat was high And your hand was holding

mine. Golden Hour Radio,

glowing soft and low,

One song in an old car And a whole summer starts to

show.

There were fireflies over Riverside,

Cheap sunglasses and a Saturday night.

Peach soda fizzing in a paper cup,

We thought the world was waiting just for us.

Every mile had a melody,

Every streetlight looked like a memory.

Now that song comes rolling through,

And every note still leads to you.

One spark in the speaker,

One turn of the dial,

And the years fall backward For a little while—

If I could find that two-lane road,

If I could lift that dusty needle,

I’d let the record spin forever—

I’d never let the evening go.

Golden Hour Radio, play it one more time,

Take me where the heat was high And your hand was holding

mine. Golden Hour Radio,

don’t let the signal fade,

One song in an old car And the summer never changed.

Golden hour…

Turn it up, turn it up… Still playing in my heart…

Golden

Hour

Radio… (golden hour, turn it up)