Mountain Goats - Balance

^ATwo tall glasses of ^Fsweet iced tea, ^Cunderneath the sweet gum tre^Ge ^AAnd the love we once^F nurtured, you a^Cnd me ^CDisintegrating viole^Gntly ^DmStick your tongue out Catch the ^Gpieces as they drift down the air I am ^Dmtoo slow to catch them all ^CNot too far gone to c^Gare

^ATwo slow summer hours spent ^Fpicking at the bones ^CFiguring the interest on del^Ginquent loans ^ASpeaking in sad and mournful^G tones ^CTrying to squeeze tears out ^Fof mute stones ^DmWet your finger, place it to^Gward the wind ^DmFeel disaster in the air ^{G Dm}We are far too slow to outrun it now ^CNot too far gone to care ^G