Sit and stared out at the rain
Taken back, I was younger
In a vacant lot day
And the fall brought an Indian summer
And plenty of places to play
I can still hear 'em calling (far away)
I can hear thunder (far away)
Well, the summers are hot and the winters get cold
Not a lot smarter, but another year old
Sometimes I'm still at the fishing hole
And you never needed bait where we used to go
Just a safety pin hook on a bamboo pole
Take the big ones home; let the little ones go (far away)
I can hear thunder
Walking down the alley
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
And it's not as easy as it used to be
Finding time to let my mind wander
I can still hear 'em calling
Indian summer
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I was taken by surprise by the thunder Sit and stared out at the rain Taken back, I was younger In a vacant lot day And the fall brought an Indian summer And plenty of places to play I can still hear 'em calling (far away) I can hear thunder (far away) Well, the summers are hot and the winters get cold Not a lot smarter, but another year old Sometimes I'm still at the fishing hole And you never needed bait where we used to go Just a safety pin hook on a bamboo pole Take the big ones home; let the little ones go (far away) I can hear thunder Walking down the alley (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh) And it's not as easy as it used to be Finding time to let my mind wander I can still hear 'em calling Indian summer (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Explain Request ×
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