Lyrics of Neal & jack & me

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 city scene
I can't explain, the seine alone at 4am
The seine alone at 4a, neal and jack and me

Absent lovers, absent lovers