"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: Our song is the slamming screen door, sneaking out late tappin' on your window. When we're on the phone and he talks real slow, 'cause it's late and you're 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."