Dead leaves and the dirty ground
When I know you're not around
Shiny tops and soda pop
When I hear lips make a sound
30 notes in the mailbox
Will tell you I'm coming home
And I think I'm gonna stick around
For a while so you're not alone
If you can hear a piano fall
You can hear me coming down the hall
If I could just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I'd need to see at all.
Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I wanna give you what you give to me
And every breath that is in your lungs
Is a tiny little gift to me
I didn't feel so bad 'till the sun went down
Then I come home
I wana rap my arms around
Now any fool with a microphone
Can tell you what he loves the most
And you think that it's love at all
If you're thinking of the holy ghost.
