"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 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
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