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I'm wheels, I am wheels
I am a 1952 coupe
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels, moving
I am a starlite coupe

En route, les
Des du Cody, Sartori a Paris
Strange spaghetti in this solemn
There's a postcard we're all before

Past wild-haired in dark clothing
With hands-full of napkins we
Eat apples in with sandwiches
Rush into the life of hurry up and wait

up and wait for all the odd-shaped keys
Which to new soap and envelopes
Hotel homesickness on a fresh blue bed
And the longest-ever call home, no

Sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no and no mad
machine to eat time, a city scene
I can't explain, the Seine at 4am
The Seine alone at 4a, Neal and and me

Absent lovers, lovers