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- 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...
- Our song is the slamming screen doors,
- Sneaking out late, tapping on your window
- When were 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
- 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 loving bed
- I almost didn't notice all the roses
- And the note that said...
- I've heard every album, listened to the radio
- Waited for something to come along
- That was as good as our song...
- 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