I'm wheels, I am moving wheels I am a 1952 studebaker coupe I'm wheels, I am moving wheels moving wheels I am a 1952 starlite coupe... En route.....les Souterrains Des visions du Cody... Sartori a Paris... Strange spaghetti in this solemn city... There's a postcard we've all seen before... Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing With hands-full of autographed napkins we eat apples in vans with sandwiches...rush Into the lobby life of hurry up and wait Hurry up and wait for the odd-shaped keys Which lead to new soap and envelopes... Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed And the longest-ever phone call home.....no Sheep no sleep no sleep no sleep and no mad Video machine to eat time...a cityscene I can't explain, the Seine alone at 4a.m. The Seine alone at 4a.m......Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers...
