Live at Red Rocks
Live - 4 dicembre 2001 - Debaser id 69378

I say this was no game of chicken
You were aiming your best friend
That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck
I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad
Now its daddy on the booze
And Brando on the ice
Now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this scene twice
So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love
And you told her to stand tall whet you kissed her
But that's not where you were thinking...
How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked?
How now look who shows up
In the same place
In this case
I think it's better
To face it ---
We belong together
We belong together

Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man
And he entwine her in his finger
And she lay there like a baby in his hand
And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin' out on the crosstown seas
And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees
But a sailor just takes a broad down to the dark end of the fair
To turn her into a tattoo
That will whisper
Into the back of Johnny's black hair
And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in the rain
Lookin' for a leather jacket
And a girl who wrote her name forever
A promise that ---
We belong together
We belong together

Shall we weigh along these streets
Young lions on the lam?
Are the signs you hid deep in your heart
All left on neon for them?
Who are foolish
Who are victim
Of the sailors and the ducky boys who would
Move into your eyes and lips and
Every tear
That falls down on the neighborhood now
I said "Bird, we just gotta tell them"
And they turn and ignore us
And the only heroes we got left
Are written right before us
And the only angel who sees us now
Watches through each other's eyes
And I can hear him
In every footstep's passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights
Watching heartbeats go by...
And they wisper ---
We belong together
We belong together

I and Braggar, and Junior Lee,
well that's the way we always thought it would be
In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met

IN THE WINSTON LIPS OF SEPTEMBER, HOW WE MET

Decked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's bet

Cuz we was Coolsville....cuz we was Coolsville

Well you stick it here;
you stick it over there;
but it never fits

And now a hungry night you want more and more
and you chip in your little kiss.

AND YOU'RE CHIPPYIN' YOUR LITTLE KISS

Well, I jumped all his jokers,
but he trumped all my tricks

And I swear to God I thought this one was smart enough to
stick it into Coolsville.....yeah stick it into Coolsville...

So now it's J and B, and me, and that sounds close,
but it ain't the same (well, that's okay)
Hot City don't hurt that much but everything feels the same
Well the real thing come and the real thing go...
Well the real thing is back in town...
Ask me if you wanna know The way to Coolsville....
(Well I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville...
Well come on honey, take you back...to Coolsville)