"Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground" by The White Stripes

Dead leaves and the dirty ground,
When I know you're not around,
Shiny tops and soda pops,
When I hear this mega sound,
30 notes in the mailbox,
When I tell you that I'm coming home,
And I think I'm going to 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 until 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