Our Song



I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his carHe's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheelThe other on my heartI look around, turn the radio downHe says baby is something wrong?I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a songAnd he says...
[Chorus:]
Our song is the slamming screen door,Sneakin' out late, tapping on your windowWhen you're on the phone and you talk real slowCause it's late and your mama don't knowOur song is the way you laughThe first date "man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have"And when I got home ... before I said amenAsking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the dayHad gone all wrong or been trampled onAnd lost and thrown awayGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bedI almost didn't notice all the rosesAnd the note that said...
[Repeat Chorus]
I've heart every album, listened to the radioWaited for something to come alongThat was as good as our song...
Cause our song is the slamming screen doorSneaking out late, tapping on his windowWhen we're on the phone and he talks real slowCause it's late and his mama don't knowOur song is the way he laughsThe first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I could have"And when I got home, before I said amenAsking God if he could play it again
I was riding shotgun with my hair undoneIn the front seat of his carI grabbed a pen and an old napkinAnd I... wrote down our song