Breakfast in cemetery   Boy tastin wild cherry   Touch girl, apple blossom   Just a boy playin possum      We'll come back for Indian Summer   We'll come back for Indian Summer   We'll come back for Indian Summer   And go our seperate ways      What is that cheerful sound?   Rain fallin on the ground   We'll wear a jolly crown   Buckle up, we're wayward bound      We'll come back for Indian Summer   We'll come back for Indian Summer   We'll come back for Indian Summer   And go our seperate ways      Motorbike to cemetery   Picnic on wild berries   French toast with molasses   Croquet and Baked Alaskas      We'll come back for Indian Summer   We'll come back for Indian Summer   We'll come back for Indian Summer   And go our seperate ways      Cover me with rain   Walk me down the lane   I'll drink from your drain   We will never change   No matter what they say