Hunters & Collectors - Still Hanging 'Round lyrics

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 But you can't stay here!” 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