America

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some realistic tears in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes
And listened to these wide, red pines
And walked off to look for America
"Cathy," I said, as we boarded a Greyhound for Pittsburgh
"Guess you can sing 'Life's A Dream' to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone 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 look at the scenery, she read the magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
"Cathy, 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