Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So I 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 Saganaw
And I've come to look for America
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces
She said the man in the Gaberdeen 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, I'm aching, and I don't know why...
Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
We've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
Again, let me stress that I intend no infringement on this wonderful song by Paul Simon.
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