This song makes me think of my boyfriend   *J


 was ridin shotgun
with my hair undone
in the front seat of his car
hes got a one-hand feel on the steerin wheel
the other on my heart

i look around
turn the radio down
he says baby is somethin' wrong
I say nothin'
I was just thinkin'
how we don't have a song

And he says
Our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late
tappin' 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
when I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, before I said amen
askin' God if he could play it again

I was walkin' up the frontporch steps
after everything that day
had gone all wrong
had been trampled on
been 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 a note that said

And he says
Our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late
tappin' 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
when I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, before I said amen
askin' God if he could play it again

I've heard every album
listened to the radio
Waited for somethin' to come along
That was as good as our song

Our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late
tappin' on your window
when we're on the phone and he talks real slow
cause it's late and his mama don't know
And the first date
when I didn't kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, before I said amen
askin' God if he could play it again
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
in the frontseat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
and I wrote down our song