I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front सीट 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 आप talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way आप laugh
The first तारीख, दिनांक man, I didn't किस her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I कहा 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 या been trampled on
And लॉस्ट 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 आप talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way आप laugh
The first तारीख, दिनांक man, I didn't किस her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I कहा 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 तारीख, दिनांक man, I didn't किस him and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I कहा 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 सीट of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
