Refuel Under
somewhere in the indian summer the leaves on the ground, red, gold, and brown trying to play a game where you can't play you're not allowed to win so choose, you have no clue surrounded by faces you don't know their real names and who they are you wanna be a part of the parade nobody knows where it's going so choose, you have no clue so you loose, yet you turn blue under the real sun under the real sun somewhere in the indian summer the clouds in the sky, white, pink and grey trying to play a game where you can't play you're not allowed to win so choose, you have no clue so you loose, yet you turn blue under the real sun, you must go
