Our Song

[00:11.90] I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car,

[00:17.16] He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel,

[00:20.14] The other on my heart,

[00:22.89] I look around, turn the radio down, he says, "baby is something wrong?"

[00:27.89] I say "nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song, "

[00:34.14] And he says,

[00:35.63] Our song is a slamming screen door,

[00:37.64] Sneaking out late tapping on your window,

[00:40.64] When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,

[00:44.13] 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know,

[00:46.14] Our song is the way you laugh,

[00:48.39] The first date man I didn't kiss her when I should have,

[00:51.89] And when I got home, before I said amen,

[00:57.13] Asking God if He could play it again.

[01:07.89] I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day,

[01:12.64] Had gone all wrong, had been trampled on and lost and thrown away,

[01:18.14] Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed,

[01:23.39] I almost didn't notice all the roses,

[01:26.38] And the note that said,

[01:29.14] Our song is a slamming screen door,

[01:31.64] Sneaking out late tapping on your window,

[01:34.88] When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,

[01:38.14] 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know,

[01:40.39] Our song is the way you laugh,

[01:42.40] The first date man I didn't kiss her when I should have,

[01:45.64] And when I got home, before I said amen,

[01:51.14] Asking God if He could play it again.

[02:08.14] I've heard every album, listened to the radio,

[02:18.39] Waiting for something to come along,

[02:19.39] That was as good as our song,

[02:21.89] 'Cause our song is a slamming screen door,

[02:25.39] Sneaking out late tapping on your window,

[02:27.38] When we're on the phone, and he talks real slow,

[02:30.64] 'Cause it's late and his mama don't know,

[02:32.64] Our song is the way he laughs,

[02:34.89] The first date man I didn't kiss him when I should have,

[02:38.39] And when I got home, before I said amen,

[02:43.89] Asking God if He could play it again.

[03:04.39] I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car,

[03:10.15] I grabbed a pen and an old napkin

[03:12.64] And I wrote down our song.