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...
[Chorus:]
Our
song is the slamming screen doors,
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
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...
[Chorus]
Our
song is the slamming screen doors,
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...
[Chorus:]
'Cause
our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin'
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 should have."
And
when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking
God if he 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
