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
I'm coming home
And I think
I'm gonna stick around
For a while
So you're not alone
For a while
So you're not alone
lf 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
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 didn't feel so bad
Till the sun went down
Then I come home
No one to wrap my arms around
Wrap my arms around
Well any man with a microphone
Can tell you what
He loves the most
And you'll know
Why you love at all
lf you're thinking
Of the Holy Ghost
lf you're thinking
Of the Holy Ghost