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 Silversurfer'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

An 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