i was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car he had one hand on the steering wheel the other on my heart i look around turn the radio down he says baby something wrong? i say nothing i was just thinking how we don't have a song and he said our song is a slammin screen door sneaking 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 jump our song our song is the way you laugh the first date man i didn't kiss her and i should've had and when i got home 'for i said amen askin' god if he could play it again i was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day had gone all wrong been trampled on and lost and thrown away i got to the hallway well on my way to my love in bed i almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said i've heard every album listening to the radio waiting for something to come along that was as good as our song i grabbed a pen and an old napkin and i wrote down our song