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 painting the town your favorite color1