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.