We could wait for
the wind to blow
Or give me a look
so cold It gives
me chills And ends
the summer war
My eyes roll Around
and over and again
Falling down dizzy
with sun stroke
I'll be there
And i'll try
to identify
try to look
through the gray
skies in your
eyes I'll pick
up everything
you left behind
Cross your fingers
and pray for winter
I'll be there
Painting the town
your favorite color
Guess i'll call or
see you around yeah
Guess i'll call or
see you around
Guess i'll call or
see you around yeah
Guess i'll call or
see you around
I'll call or
see you around
I'll call or
see you around
I'll call or
see you around
I'll call or
see you around
I'll call or
see you around
Guess I'll call
or see you around
painting the town
your favorite color