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 ....