Summer is lost now
The frost is closing in
To the cold gospel dollar
The poor man walks in sin
I can't get no entrance, the doors all in rows
I pray into the distance, let me out of these heavy clothes
I beg, Indian summer, I need some return
So hard to get warm out
When its so easy to get a burn
Down in the pavement, the laws are learn
Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get burned
When a sister called up, said love had broken down
I said there is too much Ice around here, to find now solid ground
While I just squeeze a season, from this paper bag
I pray to the burning tires, and wrap my feet in rags
Oh, Indian summer, I need some return
So hard to get warm out
When its so easy to get a burn
Down in the pavment, the laws are learned
Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn
Now the sky's empty
The street is sweating tears
Communion at the station
For a million grinding gears
While I'm grinding out this century
While the harvest engines sing
From a church of mercenaries
To a naked virgin spring
I'm singing
Indian summer, I need some return
So hard to get warm out
When its so easy to get a burn
Down on the pavment, the laws are learned
Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get burned