Two tall glasses of sweet ice tea Underneath the sweet gum tree And the love we once nurtured You and me Disintregating violently Stick your tongue out Catch the peices as they drift down the air I am Too slow to catch them all Not too far gone to care
Two slow summer hours Spent picking at the bones Figuring the interest on delinquent loans Speaking in sad and mournful tones Trying to squeeze tears out of Mute stones Wet your finger Place it toward the wind Feel disaster in the air We are far too slow to out run it now Not too far gone to care