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 date
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 date
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
That was as good
as our song
Cause our song
is the slamming
screen door
Sneaking out late
tapping on his
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 date
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
could 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