[Verse 1]
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels
I'm a 1952 Studebaker coupe
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels, moving wheels
I'm a 1952 Starlight coupe
[Bridge]
En route Les Souterrains
Des visions du Cody, Sartori a Paris
[Verse 2]
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
As you rush 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
[Break]
New soap and envelopes
[Verse 3]
Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bеd
And the longest-evеr phone call home
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep
No mad video machine to eat time
A city scene I can't explain
The Seine alone at 4 AM
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels
I'm a 1952 Studebaker coupe
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels, moving wheels
I'm a 1952 Starlight coupe
[Bridge]
En route Les Souterrains
Des visions du Cody, Sartori a Paris
[Verse 2]
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
As you rush 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
[Break]
New soap and envelopes
[Verse 3]
Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bеd
And the longest-evеr phone call home
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep
No mad video machine to eat time
A city scene I can't explain
The Seine alone at 4 AM
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