Breakfast in cemetery
Boy tastin wild cherry
Touch girl, apple blossom
Just a boy playin possum

We´ll come back for Indian Summer (x3)
And go our seperate ways

What is that cheerful sound?
Rain fallin on the ground
We´ll wear a jolly crown
Buckle up, we´re wayward bound

We´ll come back for Indian Summer (x3)
And go our seperate ways

Motorbike to cemetery
Picnic on wild berries
French toast with molasses
Croquet and Baked Alaskas

We´ll come back for Indian Summer (x3)
And go our seperate ways

Cover me with rain
Walk me down the lane
I´ll drink from your drain
We will never change
No matter what they say