I was taken by surprise by the thunder



Sit and stared out at the rain



Taken back, I was younger



In a vacant lot day







And the fall brought an Indian summer



And plenty of places to play



I can still hear 'em calling (far away)



I can hear thunder (far away)







Well the summers are hot and the winters get 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 go (far away)



And I can hear thunder



Walking 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