Sunday's Best - Indian Summer Lyrics

I can't believe he's such a sore loser,
Maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers
Raise up the glass and toast the mother f---er,
Just move along.

How did you get that brusie up on your shoulder?
You are so Sisyphus
Just pushing on your boulder
Someday you'll take a break
When you're older you just move along

I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored
and they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover
So I severed his hands and glued them to her Mother
Just glued them on

Just what is it about Indian Summer?
Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter
Maybe I'm just a sucker for the colors
That just move along?