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