Riding the Air Tonight (1970s Jazz Folk)

A late-night love song sent out over the radio to someone who's always two towns away. Sophisticated 1970s jazz-folk with a gentle swing: fingerpicked guitars in seventh and ninth chords, fretless bass, brushed drums, warm Rhodes, and a muted flugelhorn under a clear, playful female voice. "Maybe the heart is an antenna, catching what slips past the words." Written by The Autodidact. Produced with Suno AI. LYRICS Morning rolled over the dashboard, Sun caught fire in the wheat. You were two towns past the river, Keeping your hands on the beat. I tied my heart to a melody, Sent it wherever you roam. If it comes bright through the speakers, Maybe it'll lead you home. If the hills bend the signal, Lean close, don't let it go. Find me where the blue night bends, Between the weather and the old love songs. I'm sending sparks through the static again; If you hear me, darling, sing along. No map, no wire, no warning light, Just a restless heart and a sky full of time. Roll that window open wide; I'll be riding the air tonight. You say forever's a suitcase, Too much to carry around. Still, you keep leaving your jacket Every time you're back in town. I'm not a light in a window, Burning whenever you please, But bring me one honest answer; I'll bring you spring on the breeze. If your pride jams the signal, Turn it down and let me through. Find me where the blue night bends, Between the weather and the old love songs. I'm sending sparks through the static again; If you hear me, darling, sing along. No map, no wire, no warning light, Just a restless heart and a sky full of time. Roll that window open wide; I'll be riding the air tonight. Maybe love isn't a highway; Maybe it circles like birds. Maybe the heart is an antenna, Catching what slips past the words. So when the last station fades out And silence fills up the car, Listen beneath all the distance: I'll be wherever you are. Find me where the blue night bends, Between the weather and the old love songs. I'm sending sparks through the static again; If you hear me, darling, sing along. No map, no wire, no warning light, Just two loose hearts and a sky full of time. Roll that window open wide; I'll be riding the air tonight. If you hear me, darling, sing along. I'll be riding the air tonight.