[Verse] Evenin’ settles slow, kitchen’s dim and low, Pot’s a-simmerin’, whispers from the stove, Old radio hummin’, plays a lonesome tune, Sweet as the memory of her laughin’ in the room. [Pre-Chorus] Hands that held so tender, now stir the quiet air, Echoes in the silence, she’s still everywhere. [Chorus] Cookin’ supper by the radio, Warmth in the dark where the memories go, Every note, every word that it sings, Brings her back on a midnight wing. Cookin’ supper by the radio, Love’s a steady flame in the afterglow. [Verse] Knife cuts through the night, chopping slow and light, Seasoned with the stories that she told just right, Smoke curls and dances, tastes like yesterday, In every fragrant breath, she’s never far away. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the kitchen, soft as her goodbye, Still feel her presence in the low, lonesome sky. [Chorus] Cookin’ supper by the radio, Warmth in the dark where the memories go, Every note, every word that it sings, Brings her back on a midnight wing. Cookin’ supper by the radio, Love’s a steady flame in the afterglow. [Bridge] Beneath these blues, her love’s the tune I know, In the quiet hum where the soft winds blow, Time may take her shadow from my side, But in this kitchen light, she never died. [Chorus] Cookin’ supper by the radio, Warmth in the dark where the memories go, Every note, every word that it sings, Brings her back on a midnight wing. Cookin’ supper by the radio, Love’s a steady flame in the afterglow. [Outro] Cookin’ supper, yes, by the radio, Where love stays strong, through the highs and lows.