| Song | Indian Summer |
| Artist | River City Extension |
| Album | Deliverance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| If you want to stay | |
| Then you should probably stay | |
| But you’d never take the risk | |
| You never get your way | |
| I tell it in the yard | |
| I shout it on the hill | |
| I’m looking for your heart | |
| You’re fucking for a thrill, I know the truth and still | |
| I won’t wait for your heart to change | |
| Yes, I would wait for it all again | |
| And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
| All I wanted was your- | |
| All this time on the road, who will carry the load | |
| I try | |
| But is there love in your heart? | |
| Is there truth in your art? Oh my | |
| Sell it to a mass | |
| Put it in a frame | |
| Hang it on a wall, remember every name | |
| Won’t you ever understand? | |
| Is it trouble keeping still? | |
| Go ahead and leave, I guess you never will | |
| But who’s to blame and still | |
| I won’t wait for your heart to change | |
| I would wait for it all again | |
| And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
| All I wanted was your- | |
| What would have happened if you failed to notice? | |
| What kind of weight am I wandering under? | |
| I’ve had enough of these bed time stories | |
| I’ve had enough of that indian summer | |
| While you were looking for something to swallow | |
| Cough it up just to say that you did so | |
| Conviction isn’t the rain at your window | |
| Not a whim of your fancy but you go | |
| And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
| All I wanted was your- |
| If you want to stay | |
| Then you should probably stay | |
| But you' d never take the risk | |
| You never get your way | |
| I tell it in the yard | |
| I shout it on the hill | |
| I' m looking for your heart | |
| You' re fucking for a thrill, I know the truth and still | |
| I won' t wait for your heart to change | |
| Yes, I would wait for it all again | |
| And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
| All I wanted was your | |
| All this time on the road, who will carry the load | |
| I try | |
| But is there love in your heart? | |
| Is there truth in your art? Oh my | |
| Sell it to a mass | |
| Put it in a frame | |
| Hang it on a wall, remember every name | |
| Won' t you ever understand? | |
| Is it trouble keeping still? | |
| Go ahead and leave, I guess you never will | |
| But who' s to blame and still | |
| I won' t wait for your heart to change | |
| I would wait for it all again | |
| And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
| All I wanted was your | |
| What would have happened if you failed to notice? | |
| What kind of weight am I wandering under? | |
| I' ve had enough of these bed time stories | |
| I' ve had enough of that indian summer | |
| While you were looking for something to swallow | |
| Cough it up just to say that you did so | |
| Conviction isn' t the rain at your window | |
| Not a whim of your fancy but you go | |
| And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
| All I wanted was your |
| If you want to stay | |
| Then you should probably stay | |
| But you' d never take the risk | |
| You never get your way | |
| I tell it in the yard | |
| I shout it on the hill | |
| I' m looking for your heart | |
| You' re fucking for a thrill, I know the truth and still | |
| I won' t wait for your heart to change | |
| Yes, I would wait for it all again | |
| And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
| All I wanted was your | |
| All this time on the road, who will carry the load | |
| I try | |
| But is there love in your heart? | |
| Is there truth in your art? Oh my | |
| Sell it to a mass | |
| Put it in a frame | |
| Hang it on a wall, remember every name | |
| Won' t you ever understand? | |
| Is it trouble keeping still? | |
| Go ahead and leave, I guess you never will | |
| But who' s to blame and still | |
| I won' t wait for your heart to change | |
| I would wait for it all again | |
| And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
| All I wanted was your | |
| What would have happened if you failed to notice? | |
| What kind of weight am I wandering under? | |
| I' ve had enough of these bed time stories | |
| I' ve had enough of that indian summer | |
| While you were looking for something to swallow | |
| Cough it up just to say that you did so | |
| Conviction isn' t the rain at your window | |
| Not a whim of your fancy but you go | |
| And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
| All I wanted was your |