It was the time of year just after the summer's gone

When August and September just become memories of songs

To be put away with the summer clothes

And packed up in the attic for another year

We had decided to stay on for a few weeks more

Although the season was over now the days were still warm

And seemed reluctant to five up and hand over to winter for another year



Indian, Indian summer

Her parents had rented a house on the shore

'Though I stared at her all summer we never really talked

In the end, at the summer's end

I wish we could turn it around and start it again

She shared a house with her sister and mother

It belonged to a painter who rented out for the summer

Her father had already gone home

The days were quiet and we were both alone

Intensified by the lack of competition

We walked along the ocean and put off decisions

To keep us from saying goodbye



Indian, Indian summer

In the distance the city lights flickered in the bay

But any previous existence seemed a world away

In the end, at the summer's end

I wish we could turn around and start it again

Indian, Indian summer

Away from the magic could it ever be the same

I think I knew those days would never come again.