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 s pies,
And walked off
To look for America.
Kathy, I said,
As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,
Michigan seems like a dream tom 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.
hey ve all come
To look for America,
All come to look for America.
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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