Story Behind The Song

Inspired by the death of Marlin's pitcher Jose Fernandez

Lyrics

THE INDIAN SUMMER BLUES

You can never go back
As you walk down the tracks
In that dusty old town
Where there's hardly a sound
It's not something you choose
It's the Indian Summer Blues

You've got hardly a care
In the warm autumn air
It's just something you'll find
When you've left things behind
You've got nothing to lose
With the Indian Summer Blues

Now you ask for a reason
But you fall back on yourself
It's the unusual season
You put things on the shelf
An incredible bond
But now that he's gone
You're looking for good news
You know that nothing remains
'cept the Indian Summer Blues

An unseasonable time
To look back on his prime
That remarkable laugh
In the old photograph
It's no time to refuse
In the Indian Summer Blues

It's the goodness he wrought
All the days that he fought
He would find a new friend
To the days reached their end
You have nothing to prove
You've got the Indian Summer Blues

Carefully folding the linen
Walking down the old path
You thought that you were winning
But nothing takes you back

You've been stuck in a place
But that's no disgrace
No one can accuse
Now you're off on your own
You've got the Indian Summer Blues

All those days you suffered
I watched how you would pine
No we can't forget him
You're still looking for a sign
No you do what you please
In the warm autumn breeze
You finally found your muse
It's no fork in the road
It's the Indian Summer Blues

(Instrumental)

Now the storm has lifted
You told yourself you'd try
My how he was gifted
All those days you cried
There's no need to pretend
You're beginning to mend
You surely paid your dues
Still you'll never escape
From The Indian Summer Blues