Dead leaves and the dirty ground
when I know you`re not around
shiny pops and soda pops
when I hear your tips 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