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...