Indian Summer

Indian summer

Fresh mown grass

Girls in the attic

Looking on them

Indian summer

Call me back

Someone tell me there is another way

Is it loud

Is it autumn that you're talking about

Is it why

Is it lost on what I'm talking about

Is it just that you can't find a way out

Find another way

Teach me how to pray

Indian Summer

Through the year

On the medicine wheel

Call me back

Trap me in between

Somewhere west

Somewhere south

It seems these days

Anything west gets the blade

Gets wasted

Is it right

Is it real what you're talking about

Everything that I feel

You're talking about

Sometimes I don't know what I'm hearing now

Is there another way

There is another way

Another way to pray

Here, here, here, here

Girls take your hands like you pray

Over the ground

Then back on your body

Girls take your hands like you pray

Through the blades of grass

Gently, gently, gently

There is another way

Yes, another way

Another way to pray

Indian summer

Fresh mown grass

Can you Mr Bush

Light the sage

Can you, anyone that's listening

Find a way

It is clear, it is clear

That we need another way

Another way to pray

Do you feel

Do you feel now

What I'm talking about

Everywhere that I look

I know no one's coming out

Out of it

What it is

And what they're feeling now

There is another way

Another way to pray