heavy clothes I beg, Indiansummer, 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
have to test. Until there's nothing left. We said the truth was fixed. It's lost without a trace This crime is eternity. When time lost its certainty. The Indiansummer And maybe this time we'll
Song IndianSummer - Brooks, Dunn. The tall weeds lay flat down. On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head,. Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,. But she liked the way
