Indian summer was a promise written on the breeze
Indian summer was a wish as barren as the trees
Why'd you have to need so much when I had other plans
Why'd you have to be so true
Why'd I have to turn away from what I really need
Why do we do what we do

Indian summer was a feeling that all things would last
Indian summer was a future pale beside the past
Why'd I have to need so much when you had other plans
Why'd I have to be so true
Why'd I have to turn away from what you really need
Why do we do what we do

Indian summer came and went and brought us to the break
Indian summer is a world that's slightly out of sync
We shall know a need so great, we'll make no other plans
Short of planning to be true
One day we will turn towards the things we really need
Indian summer will do

Look, the leaves are turning red and brown