Chris Thile

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 .