hangin' around
billy currington
you're the last thing that i cling to
before i fall asleep at night
you're the first thing that reach for
in the early mornin' light
you're the name that i see written in the stars
you're the face that i see in every cloud
i wish you could have been more like
your memory and kept hangin' around
you're that tap on my shoulder
you're that voice in the crowd
you're that constant distraction
you're that book i can't put down
i still want and need you
you're the last thing that i wish for