Our Song(US Album Version)
I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone
- I was riding shot-gun 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 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 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 or 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
- 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 and I should have
- And when I got home before I said amen
- Asking God if he could play it again
- La la la da
- I've heard every album listened to the radio
- Waited for something to come along
- That was as good as our song
- 'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
- Sneaking 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 and I should have
- And when I got home before I said amen
- Asking God if he could play it again
- Play it again
- Oh yeah
- Oh yeah
- I was riding shot-gun 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
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