Indian summer, fresh mown grass Girls in the attic looking on them Indian summer, call me back Someone tell me there is another way Is it loud? Is it autumn that you're talking about? Is it why? Is it lost on what I'm talking about? Is it just that you can't find a way out Find another way, teach me how to pray Indian summer, through the year On the medicine wheel, call me back Trap me in between Somewhere west, somewhere south It seems these days anything west Gets the blade, gets wasted Is it right? Is it real what you're talking about? Everything that I feel you're talking about Sometimes I don't know what I'm hearing now Is there another way? There is another way, another way to pray Girls, take your hands like you pray All over the ground then back on your body Girls, take your hands like you pray Through the blades of grass, gently, gently, gently There is another way, yes Another way, another way to pray Indian summer, fresh mown grass Can you, Mister Bush, light the sage? Can you, anyone that's listening, find a way It is clear, it is clear That we need another way, another way to pray Do you feel, do you feel now what I’m talking about Everywhere that I look no one's comin' out Out with it, what it is what they're feelin' now There is another way, another way to pray
Indian summer, fresh mown grass Girls in the attic looking on them Indian summer, call me back Someone tell me there is another way Is it loud? Is it autumn that you're talking about? Is it why? Is it lost on what I'm talking about? Is it just that you can't find a way out Find another way, teach me how to pray Indian summer, through the year On the medicine wheel, call me back Trap me in between Somewhere west, somewhere south It seems these days anything west Gets the blade, gets wasted Is it right? Is it real what you're talking about? Everything that I feel you're talking about Sometimes I don't know what I'm hearing now Is there another way? There is another way, another way to pray Girls, take your hands like you pray All over the ground then back on your body Girls, take your hands like you pray Through the blades of grass, gently, gently, gently There is another way, yes Another way, another way to pray Indian summer, fresh mown grass Can you, Mister Bush, light the sage? Can you, anyone that's listening, find a way It is clear, it is clear That we need another way, another way to pray Do you feel, do you feel now what I’m talking about Everywhere that I look no one's comin' out Out with it, what it is what they're feelin' now There is another way, another way to pray
