Chris Whitley

Indian Summer

Chris Whitley


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