You stand in the doorway

A block up the street

Ringing the doorbell

There’s tapping of feet

High yellow hair

And a worn brown suit...

Enter, and break the news



Now tell me the story

I give it the time

No need to worry

Everything’s fine

I’ll take you away

From the name-calling scene

Sure... you can bring your magazine



Cold and windblown on the old bandstand

You and I walking hand in hand

A neon-glow shining

Down on us

Don’t wait up for us

Don’t wait up for us



Now tell me the story

I’ll give it the time

When you stop looking

Then you will find

I’ll take you away

From this name-calling scene

Just bring your magazine



Cold and windblown on the old bandstand

You and I walking hand in hand

A neon-glow shining

Down on us

Don’t wait up for us

Don’t wait up for us