I was ridin′ shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, "Baby, is something wrong?"
I say, "Nothing, I was just thinkin′ how we don't have a song"
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 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, ′fore I said, "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walkin' up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin′ bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
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 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, ′fore I said, "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
′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 date, "Man, I didn′t kiss him, and I should have"
And when I got home, 'fore I said, "Amen"
Askin′ God if he could play it again, play it again