Well I heard the bells ringing, I was thinking about winning
In this God forsaken place
When my confidence was well, then I tripped and I felt

Right flat on my face
Now I'm standing erect, and I feel like coming back
And the sun is shining gold

Put a smile on my face, get back in the human race
And get on with the show


And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending that it's paradise

On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day, an a golden autumn day


In the wee midnight hour I was parking my car
In this dimly lit town,
I was attacked by two thugs, who took me for a mug

And shoved me down on the ground
And they pulled out a knife, and I fought my way up
As they scarpered from the scene

Well this is no New York street, and there's no Bobby on the
beat
And things ain't just what they seem


And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind

And I'm pretending that it's paradise
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day, an a golden autumn day


Who would think this could happen in a city like this
Among Blake's green and pleasant hills,

And we must remember as we go through September
Among these dark satanic mills
If there's such a thing as justice I could take them out and

flog them
In the nearest green field
And it might be a lesson to the bleeders of the system

In this whole society

And I'm taking in the Indian Summer

And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending like it's paradise
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day

On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day, golden autumn
day ...