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's 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 hitch-hike 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 bow tie 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 know 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.