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 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