Chris Whitley – Indian Summer lyrics

Summer is lost now
The frost is closing in
To the cold gospel dollar
A 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 beg, Indian summer, I need some return
It's so hard to get 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

When a sister called up, said how long you broken down?
I said there is 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, around my feet in rags

Now I'm begging, Indian summer, I need some return
So hard to get now
So easy to get burned
Down on the pavement, the laws are learned
It's so hard to get where it's so easy to get burned

Now the skies are empty
The street is sweating tears
Communion at the station
For a million grinding years
While I'm riding out this century
With the harvest engine sing
From the church of the 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