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
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 says

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 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
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
Had been trampled on
And lost 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 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 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
Before I said amen
Askin' God if He could play it again

I've heard every album, listen to the radio
Waitin' 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 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
Before I said amen
Askin' God if He could play it again

Play it again

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