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 handAnd 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 meHang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by meIron 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 handsAnd 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 meHang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by meFrom 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 sayBut 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 aroundHang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by me