Let me state my position
Middle class and so missionary
I'm so wary of the pain
When the doorbell rings

Though I've learned how to utilize
Tongue-in-cheek as a modus operandi
I never know what to do
When the doorbell rings

Should I scream I believe it's danger
Should I shout you're still a stranger
Maybe walk away
Like a young blood amateur
Maybe then again
It'll all work out

Like a Saturday matinee
Black and white and so full of heroes
They always knew what to do
When the doorbell rings

Should I scream I believe it's danger
Should I shout you're still a stranger
Maybe walk away
Like a young blood amateur
Maybe then again
It'll all work out

But when it comes to the elegance
Of a well placed meaningful intention
My retention just fades
When the doorbell rings

Should I scream I believe it's danger
Should I shout you're still a stranger
Maybe walk away
Like a young blood amateur
Maybe then again
It'll all work out

Given time I can give a lot
Given room it'll be my pleasure
All I need is some faith
When the doorbell rings

From "Music for the Hard of Thinking"