The Drama Summer

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 color.