Indian Summer

It was the time of year just after the summer's gone When August and September just become memories of songs To be put away with the summer clothes And packed up in the attic for another year We had decided to stay on for a few weeks more Although the season was over now the days were still warm And seemed reluctant to five up and hand over to winter for another year Indian, Indian summer Her parents had rented a house on the shore 'Though I stared at her all summer we never really talked In the end, at the summer's end I wish we could turn it around and start it again She shared a house with her sister and mother It belonged to a painter who rented out for the summer Her father had already gone home The days were quiet and we were both alone Intensified by the lack of competition We walked along the ocean and put off decisions To keep us from saying goodbye Indian, Indian summer In the distance the city lights flickered in the bay But any previous existence seemed a world away In the end, at the summer's end I wish we could turn around and start it again Indian, Indian summer Away from the magic could it ever be the same I think I knew those days would never come again.