from the songs album Beat
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 cityscene
I can't explain, the seine alone at 4am
The seine alone at 4a.m....neal and jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...
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