The Bandstand

You stand in the doorway, a block up the street
Ringin' the doorbell, there's tappin' of feet
High yellow hair and a worn brown suit
Enter and break the news

Now, tell me the story, I'll give it the time
No need to worry, everything's fine
I'll take you away from this name-calling scene
Sure, you could 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 lookin', 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

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

Don't wait up for us, don't wait up for us

Don't wait up for us, don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us, don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us, don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us, don't wait up for us



Credits
Writer(s): Magne Furuholmen, Morten Harket, Paul Waaktaar-savoy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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