somewhere in the indian summer  the leaves on the ground, red, gold, and brown  trying to play a game where you can't play  you're not allowed to win  so choose, you have no clue  surrounded by faces you don't know  their real names and who they are  you wanna be a part of the parade  nobody knows where it's going  so choose, you have no clue  so you loose, yet you turn blue  under the real sun  under the real sun  somewhere in the indian summer  the clouds in the sky, white, pink and grey  trying to play a game where you can't play  you're not allowed to win  so choose, you have no clue  so you loose, yet you turn blue  under the real sun, you must go