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 du cody…sartori a Paris…
Strange spaghetti in this solemn city…
Theres 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
Thrust into the lobby life of
Hurry up and wait, 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 cant explain,
The Seine alone at 4 a.m.
Insane alone at 4 a.m.
Neal and Jack and Me
Absent lovers, absent lovers
