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’s pies

And walked off to look for A-mer-i-ca

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 o - pen 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 (repeat and fade)