The garbage trucks are on parade
The drivers smile and wave
As they go rolling by
The jets are out their vapor trails
Are imitating ceiling tiles
Across the sky
Don't leave just now
The Accuweather calls the rain
It's falling on the little things
You love the most
You wipe them off with paper towels
While swearing
That you won't get swallowed
By the ghosts
Don't leave just now
Beside you in the driveway
I'm considering the things
I never figured out
Like trying to describe to you
The feeling that goes through me
When I kiss your mouth
Don't leave just now