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

Cathy, I said, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburg

Michigan seems like a dream to me now

It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw

And I've come to look for America

Laughin' on the bus, playing games with the faces

She said the man in the gaberdine 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

Cathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping

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

Countin' the cars on the New Jersey turnpike

They've all come to look for America, all come to look for America

[Instrumental break]

Countin' 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