Our Song

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…
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’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 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 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