indian summer
Every time that I see her,A lightning bolt fills the room,The underbelly of Paris,She sings her favorite tune,She'll drink you under the table,She'll show you a trick or two,But every time that I left her,I missed the things she would do.
She was the one - for me,She opened my eyes - to see,She was the one - for me,Well alright.
It was a cold September,Before the Indian summer,That's the thing I remember,Then she gave me her number,Went from station to station,On a train 'cross the nationAnd the rain of November,That's the time that we ended,She was the one - for me,Well alright.
Vodka with Coca Cola,Cocaine tucked in her shoes,Cigarettes over coffee,Her halo slipped to a noose,Take a slow boat to China,You fly a rag 'round the moon,She could take it or leave it,I knew it had to end soon.
She was the one - for me,She opened my eyes - to see,She was the one - for me,Well alright.
It was a cold September,Before the Indian summer,That's the thing I remember,When she gave me her number,Went from station to station,On a train 'cross the nation,And the rain of November,That's the time that we ended,She was the one - for me,Well alright, alright, alright, yeah