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 do Cody, Sartori a Paris
Strange spaghetti in this solemn city
There's a postcard we're all seen before

Buck 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, hurry up and wait
For all the odd-shaped keys
Which lead to new soap and envelopes

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, no sleep
And no mad video machine to eat time
A city scene, I can't explain the Seine alone at four AM

The Seine alone at four AM, the insane alone at four AM
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers

Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers