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 we 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