Hang By, Hang By

I just got off the plane about ten minutes ago And I'm nine drinks down, I've got nowhere to go But I ride a single star that generates no heat in your hand And I'm a boxer bucking on the back of the beat I'm a jet plane rising, turning on the heat And I'll swagger and sway But I'll find my feet hang around me Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by me Iron Man's sick of being Tony Stark And the Silver surfer's lost his silver heart But you can see my secret identity Just slipping off the page, into your hands And receivers ring and telephones buzz And the lines get tangled and they'll quicken your blood But the taste of your skin is always enough So hang around me Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by me From Weavers Field to Central Park Oh, ours is the time that turns life into dark And the evening strips away And I forget to say what I meant to say I forget to say what I meant to say But I'm always arriving ten minutes too late And there's too much on my mind, too much on your plate And you know and you know You should really stick around Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by me