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
Sneaking out late tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause its 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
for 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
I'd been trampled on and lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway
Well on my way
To my loving bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
and the note that said...

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause its 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
For I said Amen
Asking God if he
Could play it again.

Ive heard every album
Listen 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 its 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
For I said Amen
Asking God if he
Could play it again.
Play it again
I was riding shot with my hair undone
in the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and wrote down our song.