The garbage trucks are on parade, the drivers smile and wave as they go rolling bynThe jets are out their vapor trails are imitating ceiling tiles across the skynDon't leave just nownThe Accuweather calls the rain, it's falling on the little things you love the mostnYou wipe them off with paper towels while swearing that you won't get swallowed by the ghostsnDon't leave just nownBeside you in the driveway I'm considering the things I never figured outnLike trying to describe to you the feeling that goes through me when I kiss your mouthnDon't leave just now