Our Song

by: Taylor Swift

I was riding shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got one-hand feel on the steering wheel the other on my heart
I look around turned the radio down he said "baby, is something wrong?"
I say "Nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song"
And he says

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneaking 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
Askin' God if He could play it again

I was walking at the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong, had been trampled on
And 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 the note that said

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 can play it again

I've heard every album
Listened to the radio
Waiting for something to come along
that was good as our song

'Cause our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date "man, I didn't kiss him and I should have"
And when I got home, before I said amen
Askin' God if he can play it again

I was riding shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song