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're 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 all 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
Sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep and no mad
Video machine to eat time... A cityscene
I can't explain, the Seine alone at 4am
The Seine alone at 4a. M.... Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
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