Indian Summer

Every time that I see her
A lightning bolt fills the room
The underbelly of Paris
She sings her favourite tune
She drink you under the table
She show you a trick or two
Every time that I left her
I miss the things she would do
She was the one for me
She opened my eyes to see
She was the one for me
Well all right...
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
Then the rain of November
That's the time that we ended
She was the one for me
Well all right...
Vodka with Coca-Cola
Cocaine tucked in her shoes
Cigarettes over coffee
A halo slipped to a noose
Take the slow boat to China
Fly it right '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 all right...
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
Then the rain of November
That's the time that we ended
She was the one for me
She opened my eyes to see
She was the one for me
Well all right, all right, all right, all right, yeah...