Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground

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