Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground

Dead leaves and a dirty ground

When you know I'm not around

Shiny tops and soda pops

When I hear your lips make a sound

Ah, when I hear your lips make a sound

Thirty notes in the mailbox

To let you know that I'm comin' 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 wanna give you what you give to me

Every breath that is in your lungs

Is a tiny little gift to me

Oh, is a tiny little gift to me

If you can hear a piano fall

You can hear me comin' 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'd 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 thinkin' of the Holy Ghost

If you're thinkin' of the Holy Ghost

Oh, oh, oh, no