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.....Neal and Jack and me

Absent lovers, absent lovers...