Lyrics

It was a late Indian summer morning almost fall
Sue St. Therese had it all
Two kids and one on the way
Paul said it?s a beautiful day
Don?t let it get away

9am they run through the street
Watch it all from my TV
Lay in bed and bury my head
Don?t roll me over oh no

Through it all an eagle flies
Some people walk on some look paralyzed
I pray through the glass for heaven tonight

Some ask when do we dance
Hope needs repair faith?s in a trance
Schoolbus window paper heart?s our only chance

10am they run through the street
Watch it all from my TV
Lay in bed and bury my head
Don?t roll me over oh no
I don?t feel like rockin? tonight
I don?t know if it?ll ever be right
Take this white feather off my arm
Don?t roll me over oh no

And I don?t feel
I don?t feel
I don?t feel
I don?t feel

I don?t feel
I don?t feel
And I don?t feel

10am they run through the street
All I can feel and all I can see is
Same scene that plays in my head
Over and over and over and over and
I don?t feel like rocking tonight
I don?t know if it?ll ever be right
Take this white feather off my arm
And don?t roll me over oh no

It was a late Indian summer morning almost fall