Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rickie Lee Jones
Guitar
David Sanborn
Alto Saxophone
Arno Lucas
Background Vocals
Joe Turano
Background Vocals
Leslie Smith
Background Vocals
Tom Scott
Tenor Saxophone
Chuck Rainey
Bass
Art Rodriguez
Drums
Steve Gadd
Drums
Victor Feldman
Percussion
Jerry Hey
Trumpet
Randy Brecker
Trumpet
David Kalish
Guitar
Dean Parks
Guitar
Buzz Feiten
Guitar
Steve Lukather
Guitar
Sal Bernardi
Vocals
Clarence McDonald
Keyboards
Neil Larsen
Keyboards
Randy Kerber
Keyboards
Russell Ferrante
Keyboards
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Donald Fagen
Synthesizer
Michael Boddicker
Synthesizer
Rob Mounsey
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elliot Scheiner
Engineer
Ken Deane
Engineer
Lee Herschberg
Mastering Engineer
Loyd Clift
Engineer
Mark Linett
Engineer
Steven Ettinger
Engineer
Lenny Waronker
Producer
Russ Titelman
Producer
JoAnn Tominaga
Producer
Vicki Forston
Producer
Lyrics
When I say this was no game of chicken
You were aiming at your best friend
(You wear) switchblade on a chain around your neck
Wandering down in Mexico from your dad
And its daddy on the booze
And its Brando on the ice
And now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this scene twice
And you drug her down every drag (and your little fit of love)
And tell her stand up (tall when you man kissed it to you darling)
That's not how you were thinking
How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom touched
Hey look who shows up In the same place
In this case I think it's better
We belong together
We belong together
Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
And all the skid kids see this very proud man
And he entwines her in his fingers
And then lay there
Climb upon the rooftop docks out on the crosstown seas
When he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
Foes and foreigner hugs her and holds her on his knees
But a sailor ain't gonna takes her down to the dark end of the fair
And turn her into a tattoo
And 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
We belong together
Could we belong together
Shall we wait along these streets young lions on the lam
Are the signs you hid deep in your heart
Left on the neon for them
Well, they are fools
No they are victims
The sailors and the ducky boys
Who move into your own eyes and your own lips and your own tear, your own street
Listen, Bird, we have to tell them
And they turn and ignore us
Our only heroes we have are written before us
Our only angel who look at us watches through each other's eyes
And I can hear him
In every footstep's passing sigh
And he goes crazy these nights
Watching heartbeats go by
And they whisper to me
Yes
We belong together (bae-bae, baby)
We belong together, yeah
But we belong together
Writer(s): Rickie Lee Jones
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