America

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together

I've got some real estate here in my bag

So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies

And walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh

Michigan seems like a dream to me, now

It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw

I've come to look for America

Laughing on the bus

Playing games with the faces

She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy

I said, "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera"

Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat

We smoked the last one an hour ago

So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine

And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping

I'm empty and aching, and I don't know why

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike

They've all come to look for America

All come to look for America

All come to look for America