You need to have the Flash Player installed and
a browser with JavaScript support.
Link to this video
Description
lyrics : The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept goin' round. She barely even knew his name, But she liked the way he played the game. Everybody cheered, When he scored that last touchdown... Indian Summer, The wonder, The hunger, And the sound of distant thunder. Indian Summer. Tangled in a moment of truth. A bottle of wine in a motel room. ?? Blue haze circled 'round The cold gray moon. While the wind chased the leaves outside. Passion ...
Sign in or sign up to post comments.