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