Mountain Goats - Balance

^ETwo tall glasses of ^Csweet iced tea, ^Gunderneath the sweet gum tre^De ^EAnd the love we once^C nurtured, you a^Gnd me ^GDisintegrating viole^Dntly ^AmStick your tongue out Catch the ^Dpieces as they drift down the air I am ^Amtoo slow to catch them all ^GNot too far gone to c^Dare

^ETwo slow summer hours spent ^Cpicking at the bones ^GFiguring the interest on del^Dinquent loans ^ESpeaking in sad and mournful^D tones ^GTrying to squeeze tears out ^Cof mute stones ^AmWet your finger, place it to^Dward the wind ^AmFeel disaster in the air ^{D Am}We are far too slow to outrun it now ^GNot too far gone to care ^D