King Crimson - Neal & Jack & Me lyrics

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