The Bandstand

you stand in the doorway
a block up the street
ringing the doorbell
there´s tapping of feet
high yellow hair
and 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 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