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 subterraneans   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 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 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 4 a.m.   The seine alone at 4 a.m.   The insane alone at 4 a.m.      Neal and jack and me,   Absent lovers,   Absent lovers