I was ridin' shot gun,
With my hair undone,
In the front seat of his car,

He's got a one hand feel,
On the steerin' wheel,
The other on my heart,

I look around,
Turn the radio down,
He says, "Baby is something wrong?"

I say, "Nothin',
I was just thinkin',
How we don't have a song."

And he said...

Our song is the slammin' screen door,
Sneakin' out late tappin' on your window,
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,
'Cause it's late and your momma 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, before I said Amen,
Askin' God if he could play it again.

I was walkin' up the front porch steps,
After everything that day,
Had gone all wrong, I've been trampled on,

And I lost and thrown away,
Got to the hallway, well on my way,
To my loveing bed,

I almost didn't notice,
All the roses,
And the note that said...

Our song is the slammin' screen door,
Sneakin' out late tappin' on your window,
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,
'Cause it's late and your momma don't know,
Our song is the way you laugh,
First date "man I didn't kiss her and I should have..."
And when I got home, before I said Amen,
Askin' God if he could play it again.

duh,duh,duh,duh

I've heard every album,
Listened to the radio,
Waiting for something to come along,

That was as good as our song...

'Cause our song is the slammin' screen door,
Sneakin' out late tappin' on his window,
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow,
'Cause it's late and his momma don't know,
Our song is the way he laughs,
Fist date "man I didn't kiss him and i should have..."
And when I got home, before I said Amen,
Askin' God if he could play it again,
Play it again.

I was ridin' shot gun,
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!