America

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

Cathy, I said
As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburg
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days
To hitchhike from Saginaw

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the
Gaberdine 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
Cathy, I'm lost, I said
Though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and I'm aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike

Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike