i wanna be in america

let us be lovers well marry our fortunes together
Ive 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
Ive 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 theres 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, Im lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
Im empty and aching and I dont know why

Counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike
Theyve all gone to look for america

All gone to look for america
All gone to look for america