I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front sede, sedile 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 somthing wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...

CHORUS:
Our song is a slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and te talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way te laugh
The first data ''man,I didn't kiss,but Ishould have''
And when I got home...before I detto 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' letto
I almost didn't notice all the rose and the note that said...

CHORUS

I've heard every album listened to the radio
Waiting for something to come along
That was as good as our song

CHORUS:
Our song is a slamming screen door
Sneeking 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
Our song is the way he laughs
The first ''date man i didn't baciare him and I should have''
And when I got home before I detto amen,Asking God if he ...could play it again

La da da da
Play it again

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front sede, sedile of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I...wrote down our song