A-Ha

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