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 a slammin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' 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, for I said amen
Askin' God if he could play it again
I was walkin' up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong, had 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 I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song
And he says, our song is a slammin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' 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, for I said amen
Askin' God if he could play it again
I was walkin' up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong, had been trampled on and lost and thrown away
Had gone all wrong, had been trampled on and lost and thrown away
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for somethin' to come along
That was as good as our song
Cause our song is a slammin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
A 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 her
Man, I should have
And when I got home
Before I said amen
Asking God if he
Could play it again
Play it again
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