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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 From Letras Mania