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 (x2)

Thirty notes in the mailbox
will tell ya that I'm coming home
And I think I'm gonna stick around
for a while so you're not alone (x2)

If you can hear a piano fall
you can hear me coming down the hall
If I can just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see at all (x2)

Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I wanna give ya what you give to me
And every breath that is in your lungs
is a tiny little gift to me (x2)

I didn't feel so bad 'til 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 know why you love at all
if you're thinking of the holy ghost (x2)