Neal and Jack and Me Lyrics

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'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 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 and no mad Video machine to eat time... A cityscene I can't explain, the Seine alone at 4 A.M. The Seine alone at 4 A.M... Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers...