Our Song

[00:12.10] I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car,

[00:17.36] He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel,

[00:20.34] The other on my heart,

[00:23.09] I look around, turn the radio down, he says, "baby is something wrong?"

[00:28.09] I say "nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song, "

[00:34.34] And he says,

[00:35.83] Our song is a slamming screen door,

[00:37.84] Sneaking out late tapping on your window,

[00:40.84] When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,

[00:44.33] 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know,

[00:46.34] Our song is the way you laugh,

[00:48.59] The first date man I didn't kiss her when I should have,

[00:52.09] And when I got home, before I said amen,

[00:57.33] Asking God if He could play it again.

[01:08.09] I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day,

[01:12.84] Had gone all wrong, had been trampled on and lost and thrown away,

[01:18.34] Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed,

[01:23.59] I almost didn't notice all the roses,

[01:26.58] And the note that said,

[01:29.34] Our song is a slamming screen door,

[01:31.84] Sneaking out late tapping on your window,

[01:35.08] When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,

[01:38.34] 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know,

[01:40.59] Our song is the way you laugh,

[01:42.60] The first date man I didn't kiss her when I should have,

[01:45.84] And when I got home, before I said amen,

[01:51.34] Asking God if He could play it again.

[02:08.34] I've heard every album, listened to the radio,

[02:18.59] Waiting for something to come along,

[02:19.59] That was as good as our song,

[02:22.09] 'Cause our song is a slamming screen door,

[02:25.59] Sneaking out late tapping on your window,

[02:27.58] When we're on the phone, and he talks real slow,

[02:30.84] 'Cause it's late and his mama don't know,

[02:32.84] Our song is the way he laughs,

[02:35.09] The first date man I didn't kiss him when I should have,

[02:38.59] And when I got home, before I said amen,

[02:44.09] Asking God if He could play it again.

[03:04.59] I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car,

[03:10.35] I grabbed a pen and an old napkin

[03:12.84] And I wrote down our song.