Indian Summer

Breakfast in cemetery

Boy tasting wild cherry

Touch girl, apple blossom

Just a boy playing possum

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

And go our separate ways

What is that cheerful sound?

Rain falling on the ground

We'll wear a jolly crown

Buckle up, we're wayward bound

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

And go our separate ways

I touch your hem you say

Let's stroll down Martin Way

Pick plums, abandoned farm

Who let norms come to harm?

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

And go our separate ways

Cover me with rain

Walk me down the lane

I'll drink from your drain

We will never change

No matter what they say

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

And go our separate ways

Motorbike to cemetery

Picnic on wild berries

French toast with molasses

Croquet and baked alaskas

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

We'll come back for Indian summer

Cover me with rain