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
"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.
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 I'm
aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars
on the New Jersey turnpike
And they've all
come to look for America
All come to look
for America
Counting the cars
on the New Jersey turnpike
And they've all
come to look for America
All come to look
for America
All come to look
for America
Music and Lyrics:
Paul Simon
