Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground
Dead leaves and the dirty groundWhen I know you're not aroundShiny tops and soda popsWhen I hear your lips make a soundWhen I hear your lips make a sound
Thirty notes in the mailboxWill tell ya that I'm coming homeAnd I think I'm gonna stick aroundFor a while so you're not aloneFor a while so you're not alone
If you can hear a piano fallYou can hear me coming down the hallIf I could just hear your pretty voiceI don't think I need to see at allDon't think I need to see at all
Soft hair and a velvet tongueI wanna give ya what you give to meAnd every breath that is in your lungsIs a tiny little gift to meIt's a tiny little gift to me
I didn't feel so bad till the sun went downThen I come homeNo-one to wrap my arms aroundWrap my arms around
Well any man with a microphoneCan tell you what he loves the mostAnd you know why you love at allIf you're thinking of the holy ghostIf you're thinking of the holy ghost