Our Song

I was riding shot-gun

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

And 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

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 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 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 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 could have

And when I got home before

I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

Play it again

I was riding shot-gun

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