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 sousterrains 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 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