there s a man with a ring shoved down deep in his pocket singin all that he sings and he knows he can t drop it and he s walking around and painting the town with his love from the first time i saw him i sure thought that i knew him but my mind quickly changed as i stepped closer to him and he s walking around and painting the town with his love oh mr gray skies don t petrify me well i am all that is left i m all that is left of what all you can see and they call me the painter of everyone s dreams and now i wander around painting the town down on the street i wonder where he will go i wonder what he will do once his conscience runs thin and his patience is through as he s walking around and he s painting the town with his love there s only so much inside that a one man can take until it finally comes time for his poor heart to break as he s walking around and he s painting the town with his love oh mr gray skies don t petrify me well i am all that is left i m all that is left of what all you can see and they call me the painter of everyone s dreams and now i wander around painting the town down on the street yes they call me the painter of everyone s dreams and now i wander around painting the town down on the street and now i wander around painting the town down on the street