| Breakfast in cemetery |
| Boy tasting wild cherry |
| Touch girl, apple blossom |
| Just a boy playing possum |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| And go our separate ways |
| What is that cheerful sound? |
| Rain falling on the ground |
| We’ll wear a jolly crown |
| Buckle up, we’re wayward bound |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| And go our separate ways |
| I touch your hem you say |
| Let’s stroll down Martin Way |
| Pick plums, abandoned farm |
| Who let norms come to harm? |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| And go our separate ways |
| Cover me with rain |
| Walk me down the lane |
| I’ll drink from your drain |
| We will never change |
| No matter what they say |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| And go our separate ways |
| Motorbike to cemetery |
| Picnic on wild berries |
| French toast with molasses |
| Croquet and baked alaskas |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| We’ll come back for Indian summer |
| Cover me with rain |