She was ridin' shotgun with her hair undone
In the front seat of my car
I had a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on her heart
She looked around, turned the radio down
I said, "Baby, is something wrong
She said, Nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And I 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 daddy don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date; Man, I didn't kiss ya, and I should have
And when I got home, fore I said Amen
I asked God if he could play it again
She was walkin' up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong she felt trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Down to hallway, well on her way
To her lovin' bed
I hope she fucking noticed 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 daddy don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date; Man, I didn't kiss ya, and I should have
And when I got home, fore I said Amen
I asked 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 my window
When we're on the phone and I talk real slow
'Cause it's late and my mama don't know
Our song is the way i laughed
The first date; Man, ya didn't kiss me, and Ya should have
And when I got home, fore I said Amen
I asked God if he could play it again
Play it again
Oh yeah
Oh, oh yeah
She was ridin' shotgun with her hair undone
In the front seat of my car
She grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And She wrote down our song