two tall glasses of sweet ice tea
underneath the sweet gum tree
and the love we once nurturched
you and me
discintigrating violently
stick your toung 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 intrest on delinquint loans
speaking in sad and mournful tones
trying to squeeze tears out of
mute stones
wet your finger
place it tward the wind
feel disastar in the air
we are far too slow to out run it now
not to far gone to care