Neal & Jack & Me Lyrics - Adrian Belew

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 subterraneans 

Des visions du cody 

Sartori a paris 

Strange spaghetti in this solemn city 

There's 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 

Rush into the lobby life 

Of hurry up and wait hurry up and wait hurry up and wait 

For 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 4 a.m. 

The seine alone at 4 a.m. 

The insane alone at 4 a.m.