文本歌词

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat 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
Sneaking 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,
But I should have
And when I got home before I said 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 or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway,
Well on my way to my loving bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking 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,
But I should have
And when I got home before I said 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
Sneaking out late,
Tapping on his 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 he laugh
The first date
Man, I didn't kiss him,
But I should have
And when I got home before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again
Oh yeah oh yeah
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song