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?, yeah
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, yeah, 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
Hee-hee-hee-hee, hee-hee
Hee-hee-hee-hee, hee-hee
Hee-hee-hee-hee, hee-hee
Girls, take your hands like you pray
All over the ground then back on your body
Girls, take your hands like you pray
Through the blades of grass, gently, gently, gently
Haa-aah, haa-aah
There is another way
Yes, another way, another way to pray
Indian summer, fresh mown grass
Can you, Mister 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
Uh, mmm-mm
Do you feel, do you feel now, what I'm talking about?
Everywhere that I look, no one's coming out
Out with it, what it is what they're feeling now?
There is another way, another way to pray
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