Lyrics:

I'm wheels, I am moving wheels
I'm a 1952 Studebaker coupe
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels, moving wheels
I'm a 1952 Starlight coupe
En route les Souterrains
Des visions du Cody, Satori 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
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

Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers, absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers
Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers