Our Song

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 we'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 date: "Man, I didn't 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 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 we'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 date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"

And when I got home ... 'fore 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

That was as good as our song...

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' 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 ... '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