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.. 
 
 And 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....yeah
 
 I'll call, or see you around. 
 
 I'll call, or see you around....yeah
 
 I'll call, or see you around. 
 
  
  ...painting the town your favorite color.