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 America Cathy, I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh Michigan seems like a dream to me now And it took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone 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 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 Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike They've all gone to look for America All gone to look for America All gone to look for America