Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground

Dead leaves and the dirty ground when you know I'm not around

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

When I hear your lips make a sound

The thirty notes in the mailbox will let you know that I'm coming home

And I think I better stick around for a while so you're not alone

For a while so you're not alone

Soft hair and your velvet tongue, I want to give you what you give to me

Every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me

Oh, it's a tiny little gift to me

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'd have to see you at all

I don't think I have to see you at all

I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down

I got back home with no one to wrap my arms around

To wrap my arms around

To wrap my arms around

Any man with a microphone can tell you what he wants the most

And you'll know why you love at all if you're thinking of the Holy Ghost

If you're thinking of the Holy Ghost

Oh, ah, the Holy Ghost