Indian Summer - Ameritz - Tributes

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