I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his carHe's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heartI 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 songAnd he says, our song is a slammin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' on your windowWhen we're on the phone and you talk real slow, cause it's late and your mama don't knowOur song is the way you laugh, the first date, man, I didn't kiss her and I should haveAnd when I got home, for I said amenAskin' God if he could play it againI was walkin' up the front porch steps after everything that dayHad gone all wrong, had been trampled on and lost and thrown awayGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bedI almost didn't notice all the rosesAnd I was just thinkin' how we don't have a songAnd he says, our song is a slammin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' on your windowWhen we're on the phone and you talk real slow, cause it's late and your mama don't knowOur song is the way you laugh, the first date, man, I didn't kiss her and I should haveAnd when I got home, for I said amenAskin' God if he could play it againI was walkin' up the front porch steps after everything that dayHad gone all wrong, had been trampled on and lost and thrown awayHad gone all wrong, had been trampled on and lost and thrown awayI've heard every album, listened to the radioWaited for somethin' to come alongThat was as good as our songCause our song is a slammin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' on your windowA window when we're on the phoneAnd he talks real slowCause it's late and his mama don't knowOur song is the way he laughsThe first date, man, I didn't kiss herMan, I should haveAnd when I got homeBefore I said amenAsking God if heCould play it againPlay it againI was riding shotgun with my hair undoneIn the front seat of his carI grabbed a pen and an old napkinAnd I wrote down our song