It seems so warm for November
And the days still felt so long.
We'd have the sun it seemed forever
But the snow still fell and proved me wrong.
And I regret not taking time
To spend together in the sun
To run and walk, your hand mine
Before our time was all but done.
Indian summer is a tricky kind of friend
She holds your hand so tight and sure
But sooner or later warmer weather has to end.
Indian Summer can't endure.