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

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