Palisades, 1989 (For Paul)

Let's go out to the Palisades
And contemplate plans we've made
Before we die - or our youth starts to fade
Let's go out in our fathers' German cars
My Versatel and your brand new credit card
The night is young and this city's ours
Somehow the bills will all get paid
$5 for a pack of Cartiers
And espresso at some Sunset café
Spend days in endless record bins
At night, clubs never let us in
To our eternal shame

Let's go out to the Newport Pier
And see what dreams we see from there
Before they drown or vanish into air
Let's go out to a matinée
And read the French dialogue all day
And tell ourselves, "man, they'll be filming us someday"
'Til then we'll draw up master plans
Lard up our riders with demands
And quote poets we pretend to understand
Passed out, I watch you while you sleep
And curse the company you keep

But you don't have to tell me that you love me
I know you do, I know you do,
I know you do, I know you well
I know you do, I know you do,
I know you do, I know you well

Let's go out to the Palisades
And contemplate plans we've made
Before we die or our youth starts to fade
Let's go out in our fathers' German cars
My Versatel and your brand new credit card
The night is young and this city's ours
Somehow the bills will all get paid
Somehow the reckoning gets delayed
As long as smokes are bought and cocktails get made
Free gas to drive the streets alone
And curse the comfort of our homes

But you don't have to tell me that you love me
I know you do, I know you do,
I know you do, I know you well
I know you do, I know you do,
I know you do, I know you well