Christopher Miller

Lyrics

Indian Summer Blues

The leaves of red and gold
Seem bold
They are fragile I have found
All things bright and beautiful
Only end up on the ground
I'm facing up to facts
There ain't but two
Indian Summer's gone
And so are you

I watch the children rake up leaves
In piles they jump and joke
The breeze
Give them leaves their freedom
Now they blow away like smoke
I wish I had a different point of view
Indian Summer's gone
And so are you

What good are wishes
When wishes don't come true?
What good are good times
When they leave a man this blue?
A fella needs a dream
And that's a fact
Why can't I
Believe you're comin' back?

The wood inside my stove
Is burnin'
Crack and pop and hiss
I guess you just don't realize
How sorely you been missed
The sky is turning grey
It's snowing too
Indian Summer's gone
And so are you

My feet don't seem to walk nowhere
We didn't used to go
The sun keeps right on
Runnin' from
That lonesome wind that blows
I'm facing up to facts
But what's the use
Indian Summer's gone
And so are you

What good are wishes
If wishes don't come true?
What good are good times
When they leave a man this blue?
A fella needs a dream and that's a fact
Why can't I
Believe you're coming' back?

Sometimes this life seems funny
But this morning I can't laugh
It seems some fools
Just live to lose
The things they'll never have
I add up one and one
I still get two
Indian Summer's gone
And so are you

Some men are fools for dice and cards
And women dope and booze
Some men are fools
For precious jewels
Mama, I'm a fool for you
I wish I had a different point of view
But Indian Summer's gone
Indian Summer's gone
Indian Summer's gone
And so are you.