IntroVerseI Was Riding Shotgun With My Hair Undone In The Front Seat Of His CarHe's Got A One-Hand Feel On The Steering Wheel The Other On My HeartI Look Around, Turn The Radio Down He Says, Baby Is Something Wrong?I Say, Nothing I Was Just ThinkingHow We Don't Have Our Song And He SaysHookOur Song Is The Slamming Screen DoorSneakin' Out Late, Tapping On Your WindowWhen We're On The Phone And You Talk Real Slow ' Cause It's Late And Your Mama Don't KnowOur Song Is The Way You LaughThe First Date Man, I Didn't Kiss Her And I Should HaveAnd When I Got Home, Before I Said Amen AskingGod If He Could Play It AgainVerse 2Instru /Dfm/GalI Was Walking Up The Front Porch Steps After Everything That DayHad Gone All Wrong Or Been Trampled On And Lost And Thrown AwayGot To The Hallway, Well, On My Way To My Lovin' BedI Almost Didn't Notice All The Roses And The Note That SaidInstrumentsVerse 3T've Heard Every Album, Listened To The RadioWaited For Something To Come AlongThat Was As Good As Our SongInstruments 2OutroI Was Riding Shotgun With My Hair Undone In The Front Seat Of His CarI Grabbed A Pen And An Old Napkin And I Wrote Down Our Song
