"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,
thought 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.