Our song is the way you laugh
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
And the note that said
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
Waited for something to come along
Asking God if He could play it again
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
Asking God if He could play it again
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
How we don't have a song” and he says
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
That was as good as our song
Asking God if He could play it again
I almost didn't notice all the roses
To my lovin' bed
Our song is the slamming screen door
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Our song is the slamming screen door
I say, “Nothing I was just thinking
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah
And lost and thrown away
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
Our song is the way he laughs
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
After everything that day
In the front seat of his car
He says, “Baby is something wrong?”
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
I was walking up the front porch steps
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
I look around, turn the radio down
The other on my heart
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
Our song is the way you laugh
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
Got to the hallway, well, on my way
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
