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 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 need to see 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