Slow The Count (Acoustic Folk)

[Intro] (fingerpicked guitar, slow and steady) [Verse 1] My thoughts are running way too fast Like they're trying to outrun the past So I sit down and close my eyes And let my shoulders drop and rise [Pre-Chorus] Nothing here I have to win Just let the next breath in [Chorus] Slow the count, one... and two Let the moment carry you Three... and four, a little more Softer than the breath before Slow the count, I'm doing fine One small number at a time [Verse 2] I feel the chair beneath my back The ticking clock, the window crack Every number, soft and round Pulls me gently back to ground [Pre-Chorus] Nothing here I have to win Just let the next breath in [Chorus] Slow the count, one... and two Let the moment carry you Three... and four, a little more Softer than the breath before Slow the count, I'm doing fine One small number at a time [Bridge] If I lose my place, that's okay I'll just start again at one There's no rush and there's no race I'll be here till the count is done [Final Chorus] Slow the count, one... and two Let the moment carry you Three... and four, a little more Softer than the breath before Slow the count, I'm doing fine One small number at a time [Outro] One... two... three... four... Slow... and slow... and slow