Summer is lost now, the frost, it's closin' in   To the cold gospel dollar a poor man walks in sin   I can't get no entrance, the doors all in rows   I pray into the distance, let me out of these heavy clothes      I beg, Indian summer, I need some return   So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned   Down on the pavement, the laws are learned   So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned      When a sister called up, said how long you've broken down?   I said there too much ice around here to find no solid ground   While I just squeeze a season from this paper bag   I pray to the burnin' tires and wrap my feet in rags      Singin', Indian summer, I need some return   So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned   Down on the pavement, the laws are learned   It's so hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned      The skies empty, the street is sweatin' tears   Communion at the station for a million grindin' years   Well, I'm ridin' out this century with the harvest engine sing   From the church of mercenaries to a naked virgin spring      I'm singin', Indian summer, I need some return   So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned   Down on the pavement, the laws are learned   It's so hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned   So hard to get warm where, it's so easy to get burned      Indian summer, to a naked virgin spring