I was riding shotgun
with my hair undone
in the front seat
of his car
He had a one-hand feel
on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I looked around
turned 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
when 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
had 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
"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
when 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
'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
when I should have
And when I got home
before I said "Amen"
asking God if he
could play it again......
Play it again....
oh oh ooh yeah
oh yeah
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