Breakfast in cemetery

Boy tastin wild cherry

Touch girl, apple blossom

Just a boy playin possum



We'll come back for Indian Summer

We'll come back for Indian Summer

We'll come back for Indian Summer

And go our seperate ways



What is that cheerful sound?

Rain fallin on the ground

We'll wear a jolly crown

Buckle up, we're wayward bound



We'll come back for Indian Summer

We'll come back for Indian Summer

We'll come back for Indian Summer

And go our seperate ways



Motorbike to cemetery

Picnic on wild berries

French toast with molasses

Croquet and Baked Alaskas



We'll come back for Indian Summer

We'll come back for Indian Summer

We'll come back for Indian Summer

And go our seperate ways



Cover me with rain

Walk me down the lane

I'll drink from your drain

We will never change

No matter what they say