And I still see the lights thru my window
On those lazy Sunday dreams
Your just part of me it seems

I remember my hand prints on your skin
Marks better left untold
Tasted like chapstick and thinking wrong ways
Orange autumn leaves far from summer days

But to be brutally honest
I still believe in you

Me and summer in the Indian summer


Indian summer girl
Indian summer girl
Don't be afraid to learn
Indian summer girl
Used to write songs about the way I wanted to live
Til I lived a few with you
And Poco played on the radio
Thru a dirty crystal ball

Don't trust that witchy girl
Until you dust the floor with her broom
Black cat comin at ya soon...

In the Indian summer

Blood orange leaves trying so hard to bring it back
Just like me after you left

Now I'm 39 listening to Billy Joel
Reminds me of a girl I used to know
Remember when we were all about soul?

In the Indian summer

Indian summer girl
Indian summer girl
Don't be afraid to teach me
Indian summer girl

Had a few too many beers
Broken bed frames
January tears

But to be brutally honest
I still believe in you...

In the Indian summer

Used to write songs about the way I wanted live
Too many miles above the Earth
Cried for you
Gave you everything

Too many songs now to sing..
In the Indian summer



And I still see the lights thru my window
On those lazy Sunday dreams
Your just part of me it seems

I remember my hand prints on your skin
Marks better left untold
Tasted like chapstick and thinking wrong ways
Orange autumn leaves far from summer days

But to be brutally honest
I still believe in you

Me and summer in the Indian summer


Indian summer girl
Indian summer girl
Don't be afraid to learn
Indian summer girl