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 Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
And I´ve come to look for America

Laughin´ 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
Countin´ the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They´ve all come to look for America, all come to look for America