still hanging 'round

it's friday night again

a week's worth of pride is in your pocket

mixed feelings in your head

and a mixed drink in your hand

see the stale smoke come down

on the staircase we linger

come hang around with me

cause i've got nothing planned

and i'll still be hanging round

i'll still be hanging round

i'll still be hanging round

i'll still be hanging round

we'll go another round

as the grey morning leans against the window

your head is in your hands

and yesterday's in pieces

come drift with me

through the empty nightclub doorway

we'll kick the can around

'til all memory ceases

and i'll still be hanging round

i'll still be hanging round

i'll still be hanging round

i'll still be hanging round

put your hands back in ya pocket

ya got nothing left to fear

when the doorman says

you don't have to go home