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 piesAnd 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 SaginawI've gone to look for AmericaLaughing on the busPlaying games with the facesShe said the man in the gabardine suit was a spyI 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 magazineAnd the moon rose over an open field'Kathy, I'm lost,' I said, though I knew she was sleepingI'm empty and aching and I don't know whyCounting the cars on the New Jersey TurnpikeThey've all gone to look for AmericaAll gone to look for AmericaAll gone to look for America