• 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, 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...



    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 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