Indian Summer

[Chorus]
Indian summer, fresh mown grass
Girls in the attic looking on them
Indian summer, call me back
Someone tell me there is another way

[Verse 1]
Is it loud? Is it autumn that you're talking about?
Is it why? Is it lost on what I'm talking about?
Is it just that you can't find a way out?

[Pre-Chorus]
Find another way, teach me how to pray

[Chorus]
Indian summer, through the year
On the medicine wheel
Call me back, trap me in between
Somewhere west, somewhere south
It seems these days anything west
Gets the blade, gets wasted

[Verse 2]
Is it right? Is it real what you're talking about?
Everything that I feel you're talking about
Sometimes I don't know what I'm hearing now

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Is there another way?
There is another way, another way to pray

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Girls, take your hands like you pray
All over the ground then back on your body
Girls, take your hands like you pray
Through the blades of grass, gently, gently, gently

[Pre-Chorus]
There is another way, yes
Another way, another way to pray

[Chorus]
Indian summer, fresh mown grass
Can you, Mister Bush, light the sage?
Can you, anyone that's listening, find a way?
It is clear, it is clear
That we need another way, another way to pray

[Outro]
Do you feel, do you feel now what I’m talking about?
Everywhere that I look no one's coming out
Out with it, what it is what they're feeling now?
There is another way, another way to pray