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I was taken by surprise by the thunder
sit and stared out at the rain
taken back, i was younger
in a vacant lot day
and the fall brought an indian summer
and plenty of places to play
i can still hear 'em calling (far away)
i can hear thunder (far away)
well the summers are hot and the winters get cold
not a lot smarter, but another year old
sometimes i'm still at the fishing hole
and you never needed bait where we used to go
just a safety pin hook on a bamboo pole
take the big ones home; let the little ones go (far away)
and i can hear thunder
walking down the alley
and it's not as easy as it used to be
finding time to let my mind wander
i can still hear 'em calling
indian summer