This is the Indian Summer
and it's too hot to sleep
Dream of hills and winding roads
dust and rocks and sweet grapes

Home is but a thumb away from
here you just hitch your way
up north 
Home is more than a thousand
miles from here
thoughts travel back and forth

This is the Indian Summer
and it's still too hot to sleep
You are lying close beside me
and your breath goes slow and
deep

I could sit here and watch you
for hours and hours
with your skin telling me
this world is ours

I can follow the river
I can swallow the dust
I can even cross a valley
where a mountain waits for us

Some things pass
in fact nothing stays in place
But you see there ain't no better
licking for a wound in time
than those sweet September days

This is the Indian Summer
This is the Indian Summer
and it's still too hot to sleep