Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know your not around,
Shinny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound
30 notes in the mailbox will tell you that I'm coming home
and I think I'm gonna stick around for awhile so your not alone
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
soft hair and a velvet tounge, I wanna 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 noone 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 your thinking of the Holy ghost...