Two tall glasses of sweet iced tea, underneath the sweet gum tree

And the love we once nurtured, you and me

Disintegrating violently

Stick your tongue out

Catch the pieces 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 outrun it now

Not too far gone to care