Chris Whitley - Indian Summer lyrics

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