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