Every time that I see ya, A lightening bolt fills the room, The underbelly of Paris, She sings her favorite tune, She'll drink you under the table, She'll show you a trick or two, But every time that I left her, I missed the things she would do She was the one, for me She opened my eyes to see, She was the one, for me Well alright It was a cold September, Before the Indian summer, That's the thing I remember, When she gave me her number, Went from station to station, On a train 'cross the nation And the rain of November, That's the time that we ended She was the one, for me Well alright Vodka with Coca Cola, Cocaine tucked in her shoes, Cigarettes over coffee, Her halo slipped to a noose, Take a slow boat to China, You fly a rag 'round the moon, She could take it or leave it, I knew it had to end soon She was the one, for me She opened my eyes to see, She was the one, for me Well alright It was a cold September, Before the Indian summer, That's the thing I remember, When she gave me her number, Went from station to station, On a train 'cross the nation, And the rain of November, That's the time that we ended She was the one, for me She opened my eyes to see, She was the one, for me Well alright, alright, alright, yeah

(Paul Cotton) There's a full moon in the sky It's got a hold on me, I'm hyptotized Like your love it's getting stronger Please keep my heart a little longer Indian Summer is on it's way Cool at night - and hot all day Ain't no black clouds filled with rain Santa Ana wind blew them all to Maine Baby takes my hand She says she understands About the way I feel She knows this love is real I'm a wide open space cowboy I got lazy ways I got some hidden joy Motorcycle and tons of RPM Ain't gonna wait around till it's here again Baby takes my hand... Indian Summer is on it's way

Summer, you old Indian summer You're the tear that comes after June time's laughter You see so many dreams that don't come true Dreams we fashioned when summertime was new You are here to watch over Some heart that is broken By a word that somebody left unspoken You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray Fading too soon, that's why I say Farewell to you, Indian summer