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 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, man, 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