Our Song (Bonus)

This is the song that i wrote umm...

I'll be ask a question again

Okay

Hey, Taylor

Yes, ?

What are you tell us about the next song?

This is the song that i wrote umm...

In 9th grade for my high school talent show, actually

9th grade that was like when?

Umm...like three years ago, actually

Yeah, thanks for that

You guys can sing along with this one

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, when 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 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, when 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...

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, when I should have"

And when I got home ... 'before 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