I was riding shotgun with
my hair undone in the front
seat of his car
He's 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
don't have a song
And he says
Our song is the slamming
screen door
Sneakin' out late
tapping on your window
When you're on the phone
and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and
your mama don't know
Our song is the
way you laugh
The first dat 'man
I didn't kiss her
but I should have'
And when I got home
Before I said amen
Asking god if he
could play it again
I was walking up the front
porch steps after
everything the day
Had gone all wrong
or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway
well on my way to
my lovin' bed
I almost didn't
notice all the roses
And the note that said
Our song is the slamming
screen door
Sneakin' out late
tapping on your window
When you're on the phone
and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and
your mama don't know
Our song is the
way you laugh
The first dat 'man
I didn't kiss her
but I should have'
And when I got home
Before I said amen
Asking god if he
could play it again
I've heard every album
listened to the radio
Waited for something to come
along as good as our song
Cause our song is the
slamming screen door
Sneaking out late
tapping on his window
When we're on the phone
and he talks real slow
Cause it's late and
his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date 'man
I didn't kiss him
and I should have'
And when I got home
Before I said amen
Asking god if he could
play it again
Play it again
Oh yeah uh huh 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
