Breakfast in cemeteries 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 Go our separate way What is that cheerful sound? Rain falling on the ground 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 Go our separate way 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 Go our separate way Walk me down the lane I'll drink from your drain We will never change No matter what they say