Music And Lyrics

Our Song

"Our Song"

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...

[Chorus:]

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, when I should have"

And when I got home ... 'fore 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

And 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...

[Chorus:]

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, when I should have"

And when I got home ... 'fore 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...

[Chorus:]

'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, when I should have"

And when I got home ... 'fore I said

amen

Asking God if he could play it again

Play it again

Oh, yeah...

Oh-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 son