Dead leaves and the dirty ground
When i know you're not around



Shiny tops and soda pops
When I hear your lips make a sound

Thirty notes in the mailbox
Will tell you that I'm commin home

And I think I'm gonna stick around
For a while so you're not alone

If you can hear the piano fall
You can hear me commin down the hall

If i could just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see it at all

Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I want to 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
No one to wrap my arms around

Well any man with a microphone
Can tell you what he loves the most

And you know why you love at all
If you're thinking of the holy ghost