IRC-Galleria

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 nothin' I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song

And he says

Our song is a 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... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again