Tori Amos Follow

Indian summer, fresh mown grass
Girls in the attic, looking on them
Indian summer, call me back
Someone tell me there's another way

Is it loud? Is it autumn that you're talking about?
Is it why, is it lost on what I'm talking about?
Is it just that you can't find a way out?
Find another way, teach me how to pray

Indian summers through the year
On the medicine wheel, call me back
Trap me in between, somewhere west
Somewhere south it seems these days
Anything west gets the blade, gets wasted

Is it right, is it real what you're talking about?
Everything that I feel you're talking about
Sometimes I don't know what I'm hearing now
Is there another way, there is another way
Another way to pray?

Girls take your hands like you pray
All over the ground then back on your body
Girls take your hands like you pray
Through the blades of grass gently, gently, gently
There is another way, yes another way
Another way to pray

Indian summer, fresh mown grass
Can you Mr. Bush, light the sage?
Can you, anyone that's listening find a way?
It is clear, it is clear that we need another way
Another way to pray

Do you feel, do you feel now
What I'm talking about?
Everywhere that I look
I know no one's coming out, out of it, what it is
And what they're feeling now
There is another way, another way to pray