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.