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”
I’ve heard every album
Listened to the radio
Waiting for something to come along
That was as good as our son
‘Cause our song is a 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
Play it again
Oh, yeah
Oh, 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