Our Song

I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steerin' wheel, the other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down, he says: Baby, is something wrong?
I say: Nothin', 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, 'fore I said: Amen
Askin' God if He could play it again

I was walkin' up the front porch steps after everythin' 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 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, 'fore I said: Amen
Askin' God if He could play it again

Da-da-da-da

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 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
Askin' God if He could play it again

Play it again, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah

I was ridin' 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