‘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 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 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 
All come to look for America 

1968г.