America

"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 the 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 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 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.