One, two
Well, I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
Hes got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, Baby, is something wrong?
I say, Nothing, I was just thinking
How we dont have a song
And he says
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin out late, tapping on your window
When were on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause its late and your mama dont know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: Man, I didnt kiss her, and I should have
And when I got home fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way
To my lovin bed
I almost didnt notice all the roses
And the note that said
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin out late, tapping on your window
When were on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause its late and your mama dont know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: Man, I didnt kiss her, and I should have
And when I got home fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Da da da da
Well, Ive heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin out late, tapping on his window
When were on the phone and he talks real slow
Cause its late and his mama dont know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date: Man, I didnt kiss him, and I should have
And when I got home fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again
Oh yeah
Oh oh yeah
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
Thank you so much!