Our Song (Live)

1. 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.

[Chorus:]
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, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again.

2. 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.

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song.

[Chorus]

* 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.