Indian Summer

Every time that I see her A lightning bolt fills the room The underbelly of Paris She sings her favourite tune She’ll drink you under the table She show you a trick or two But every time that I left her I miss 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 cold September Before the Indian Summer That’s the thing I remember When she gave me a 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 Oh alright Vodka with coca cola Cocaine tucked in her shoes Cigarettes over coffee Her halo slipped to a noose Take the slow boat to China You fly it right ’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 Oh alright alright alright alright yeah