"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 to me now. It took me four days to hitch-hike 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 bow tie 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. They've all come to look for America All come to look for America All come to look for America
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