Indian summer Fresh mown grass Girls in the attic looking on them Indian summer call me back Someone tell me there is another way
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 Find another way teach me how to pray
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
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 Is there another way There is another way another way to pray
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Girls take your hands like you pray over the ground then back on your body Girls take your hands like you pray through the blades of grass gently, gently, gently There is another way yes, another way another way to pray
Indian summer Fresh mown grass Can you Mr 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
Do you feel Do you feel now what I'm talking about everywhere that I look I know no one's coming out out of it what it is and what they're feeling now There is another way another way to pray