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
When I hear your lips make a sound
Thirty notes in the mailbox
Will tell you that I'm coming home
So I think I'm gonna stick around
For a while so you're not alone
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
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
It's a tiny little gift to me
I wasn't feelin' so bad till the sun went down
I had no one to to wrap my arms around
But I can tell you that
Any woman with a microphone
Can tell you what she loves the most
And if we happen to be thinkin' of love at all
Let's think of the holy ghost
Please, think of the holy ghost
