Neal And Jack And 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 do 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.m, Neal and Jack and me



Absent lovers, absent lovers