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, 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