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 this 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