Lyrics:

'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 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, 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