the starting line
the drama summer
We can 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 sunstroke  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 I guess I'll call or see you around I guess I'll call or see you around