car-ler-fool.

our song, taylor swift/

i was riding shotgun with my hair undone in th front seat of his car
he's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, th other on my heart
i look around, turn th radio down
he says, "baby is something wrong?"
i say, "nothing, i was just thinking how we don't have a song,"
& he says...

"our song is th slamming screen doors,
sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
when we're on th phone & you talk real low
'cause it's late & your mama don't know,"

"our song is th way you laugh
th first date, "man, i didn't kiss her, & i should have," "
& when I got home, 'fore i said amen
asking God if he could play it again

i was walking up th front porch steps after everything that day
had gone all wrong and been trampled on & lost & thrown away
got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
i almost didn't notice all th roses & th note that said

'our song is th slamming screen doors,
sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
when we're on th phone & you talk real low
'cause it's late & your mama don't know'

'our song is th way you laugh
th first date, "man, i didn't kiss her, & i should have," '
& when I got home, 'fore i said amen
asking God if he could play it again

i've heard every album, listened to th radio
waited for something to come along that was as good as our song...
'cause

i was riding shotgun with my hair undone in th front seat of his car
i grabbed a pen and an old napkin
& I wrote down our song