Mmm – – – mmm – – – mmm- – –
“Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together.
I’ve got some real estate here in my bag.”
Ooo, 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 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.”
Ooo, 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.
1968 – Paul Simon – Performed by Simon & Garfunkle – Album: Bookends