Untitled Document
 
  Welcome to Taylor Swift Web, your oldest and most reliable resource for everything Taylor Swift. With nine years in the making, we aim to make your search for the latest Taylor news, photos, videos, and more as easy as possible. With over 180,000 photos, our gallery is the largest source for Taylor pictures on the web. While you're here, feel free to drop by our forum to talk with other Taylor fans from across the globe. Thank you for visiting and come again soon!  
   
   Untitled Document

 

 

  Our Song
 

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, “Nothing,
I was just thinking
How we don’t have a song”
And he says…

[Chorus:]
Our song is the 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, when I should have”
And when I got home … ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up
The front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong
And 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…

[Chorus:]
Our song is the 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, when I should have”
And when I got home … ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song…

[Chorus:]
‘Cause our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin’ 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, when I should have”
And when I got home … ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again

Oh, yeah…
Oh-oh, yeah.

I was riding shotgun
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