Indian Summer

Tall weeds laid flat down
on the hard black Kansas ground
sad song in her head kept blowing round
she barely even knew his name
but she like the way he played the game
everybody cheered when he scored that last touchdown

Indian summer,
the wonder,
the hunger,
and the sound of distant thunder,
Indian summer

tangled in a moment of truth
bottle of wine in a motel room
blue haze circled round the cold gray moon
while the wind chased the leaves outside
passion found a place to hide
late September heat couldn't be denied

oh Indian summer,
the wonder,
the hunger,
and the sound of distant thunder,
Indian summer

she never even finished school
people like to talk, they can be so cruel
heard California was a place to start brand new
so she left that dust bowl town
sometimes when a long wind howls
i wonder where we'd be if i never scored that last touchdown

summer,
the wonder,
the hunger,
and the sound of distant thunder
indian summer, whoooooaaaaaaaaaaa!!!