America - The Hit Co., The Tribute Co.

Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together

I’ve got some real estate in my bag

So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner’s pies

And we walked off, walked off, walked off, to look for America

Kathy, I said, as we boarded the greyhound in Pittsburgh

Michigan seems like a dream to me now

Took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw

They’ve all gone to look for America

All gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus, playing games with faces

She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy

I said be careful, his bow tie is really a camera

«Kathy, I’m lost», I said, although I knew she was sleeping

I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why I’m

Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike

And they’ve all gone to look for America

All gone to look for America

All gone to look for America