Indian Summer

Indian Summer

Indian Summber
fresh mown grass
Girls in the attic
looking on them
Indian Summber
call me back
someone tell me there’s another way
Is it loud?
Is it autumn that you’re talking about?
Is it what? Is it lost on
what I’m talking about here…
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 hearin’ now
Is there another way

There is another way
another way to pray
Girls take your hands
like you pray
all 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 a
Another way
Another way to pray

Do you feel
Do you feel now
what I’m talking about
Everywhere that I look
No one’s comin’ out –
Out with it
What it is
they’re feelin’ now
There is another way
Another way to pray