The Bandstand
You stand in the doorwaya block up the streetRinging the doorbellthere’s tapping of feetHigh yellow hairand a worn brown suit...Enter, and break the news
Now tell me the storyI give it the timeNo need to worryEverything’s fineI’ll take you awayfrom this name-calling sceneSure... you can bring your magazine
Cold and windblown on the old bandstandYou and I walking hand in handA neon-glow shiningdown on usDon’t wait up for usDon’t wait up for us
Now tell me the storyI’ll give it the timeWhen you stop lookingthen you will findI’ll take you awayfrom this name-calling sceneJust bring your magazine
Cold and windblown on the old bandstandYou and I walking hand in handA neon-glow shiningdown on usDon’t wait up for usDon’t wait up for us