King Crimson Neal Andamp; Jack Andamp; Me Lyrics

Neal Andamp; Jack Andamp; 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