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 ...