“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 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 gone 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,
They’ve all gone to look for America,
All gone to look for America.
– Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel