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 a slamming screen door
Sneaking 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 loving bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said
Our song is a slamming screen door
Sneaking 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
Da-da-da-da