Ill shed some light on the mystery Of why I kicked her out on Independence Day With the fireworks burning I found myself learning Couldnt lay in my bed the same way Stand by me thats what she said if the shit hit the fan Would you stand by me, Stand by me Well, here I am Here I am 6 oclock in the city The shade was fighting back with the morning sun Then the alarm started ringin Her curls fell round her She asked me when the buses run And the phones been ringing since Monday Shes looking for a place where she can talk all alone But here I am Here I am I know your tricks, your magic But I dont know what your truth is about If you paint the daylight tragic Youre never gonna figure it out Out From a chair in the kitchen I watched her live her life in a batting cage Swingin through jobs, through her family Then it hit me, it grabbed me Shes winding up like Satchel Page And I could hear the crash of the fireworks Bringing in the light through the windows and doors It lit a little matchbox found in the kitchen I read the name and number and I fell on the floor But here I am Here I am Here I am I know your tricks, your magic Now I know just what your truth is about If you paint the daylight tragic Youre never gonna figure it out Out Stand by me Thats what you said You said youd stand by me Stand by me Here I am Here I am