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 we 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