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, yeah
I'll call or see you around
I'll call or see you around, yeah
Guess, I'll call or see you around
Painting the town your favorite color
Artist: 38 Special
Artist: John Powell
Artist: Tom Russell