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.