Indian Summer (Up Close)

Every time that I see ya

A lightening bolt fills the room

The underbelly of Paris

She sings her favorite tune

She'll drink you under the table

She'll show you a trick or two

But every time that I left her

I missed the things she would do

She was the one - for me

She opened my eyes - to see

She was the one - for me

Well alright

It was a cold September

Before the Indian summer

That's the thing I remember

Then she gave me her number

Went from station to station

On a train 'cross the nation

And the rain of November

That's the time that we ended

She was the one - for me

Well alright

Vodka with Coca Cola

Cocaine tucked in her shoes

Cigarettes over coffee

Her halo slipped to a noose

Take a slow boat to China

You fly a rag 'round the moon

She could take it or leave it

I knew it had to end soon

She was the one - for me

She opened my eyes - to see

She was the one - for me

Well alright

It was a cold September

Before the Indian summer

That's the thing I remember

When she gave me her number

Went from station to station

On a train 'cross the nation

And the rain of November

That's the time that we ended

She was the one - for me

Well alright, alright, alright, yeah