Lyrics Chris Whitley

Chris Whitley

Indian Summer

Summer is lost now

The frost, it closing in

To the cold gospel dollar

The poor man walks in sin

I can't get no entrance, the doors all in rows

I pray into the distance, let me out of these heavy clothes

I'm begin', Indian summer, I need some return

So hard to get warm now

It's so easy to get burned

Down on the pavement, the laws are learned

So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned

When a sister called up, said how long have broken down?

I said there too much ice around here, to find no solid ground

While I just squeeze a season, from this paper bag

I pray to the burning tires, and wrap my feet in rags

Begin', Indian summer, I need some return

So hard to get warm now, so easy to get burned

Down on the pavement, the laws are learned

It's so hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned

Now the skies empty

The street is sweating tears

Communion at the station

For a million grinding years

While I'm riding out this century

The harvest engine sing

From the church of mercenaries

To a naked virgin spring

I'm singing, Indian summer, I need some return

So hard to get warm now

So easy to get burned

Down on the pavement, the laws are learned

It's so hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned

Hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned