sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009

Our Song is the slamming screen door
sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
when you'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

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
had gone all wrong or 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...
I've heard every album listened to the radio
waited for something to come along as good as our song...

Cause our song is the slamming screen door
sneaking out late, tapping 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
asking God if he could play it again


Play it again, Play it again

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