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.      Thirty notes in the mailbox   will tell ya 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 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,   is a tiny little gift to me.      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.   I don't think I need to see at all.      I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down.   I got back home,   no one to wrap my arms around,   wrap my arms around,   to wrap my arms around.      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,   if you're thinking of the holy ghost .