they're going higher
wind is whistling on the barbs
your head's a hammer

hangwire, hangwire
hangwire
(meet you at the) hangwire

that man is a liar
the day is like a warm night
salt rusts the cold line

hangwire, hangwire
hangwire
(meet you at the) hangwire

every morning and every day
i'll bossanova with ya

if there were a fire
can we scratch beneath this

hangwire, hangwire
hangwire
(meet you at the) hangwire?