Indian Summer
written: J. Walsh
I was taken by surprise by the thunder
Sit and stared out at the rain
Taken back, I was younger
In the vacant lot days
And the fall brought an Indian summer
And plenty of places to play
I can still hear 'em callin'Far away
I can hear thunder
Far away
Well, the summers are hot and the winter's gettin' cold
Not a lot smarter but another year old
Sometimes I'm still at the fishing hole
And you never needed bait where we used to go
Just a safety-pin hook on a bamboo pole
Take the big ones home, let the little ones goFar away
I can hear thunder
Walkin' down the alley
And it's not as easy as it used to be
Finding time to let my mind wander
I can still hear 'em calling
Indian summer