| Lyrics: | 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 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 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 |
