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 pies
And walked off to look for America
"Kathy", I said, as we boarded the 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, I'm aching, and I don't know why"

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America [x3]