Gavin Degraw - Indian Summer summer is lost now the frost is closing in to the cold gospel dollar the poor man walks in sin I can't get no entrance the doors all in rows I pray into the distance let me outta these heavy clothes I beg Indian summer I need some return so hard to get warm where and 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 when a sister called up and said that love had broken down I said there's too much ice around here to find no solid ground well I just squeezed a season from this paper bag I pray to the burning tires wrap my feet in rags singging Indian summer I need some return it's so hard to get warm now and 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 now the skies are empty the street is sweating tears communion at the station for a million grinding gears well I'm riding out this century the harvest engines sing from the church of mercenaries to a naked virgin spring I'm singing Indian summer I need some return it's so hard to get warm where and 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