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 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.