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