Lyrics Indian summer Chris Whitley

Indian summer

Summer is lost now
The frost is closing in
To the cold gospel goller
The poor man walks in sin
I cant 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 pavment, the laws are learn
Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn

When a sister called up, said how long you 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, that ???????????? 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 learn
Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn

Now the skies are empty
The street is sweating tears
Communing at the station
For a million grinding years
While I'm riding out this century
With the harvest engine sing
From the church in 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 in the pavment, the laws are learn
Its so hard to get warm where, its so easy to get a burn