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 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
Though I knew she was sleeping
Well, 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

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said
Although I knew she was sleeping
Well, 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



the Diner

the diner was nothing new
I've seen its type in a thousand dusty places
with all the same dusty worn out faces
variations on a theme
of a broken worn out dream

I ordered from a super-model waitress
Who was really going places
as soon as she was done with cosmotology school
and ber boyfriend gets out of the jail
and she kicks the meth.

I sat behind the village elite holding forth
On issues great and small.
The teacher of science in middle school
had a far away look like a man on a hook
with a fat mouthy wife and a lousey life.

The sheriff came in to his free chicken dinner
to see old lady Wilson and wonder
if ever she would think
that it wasn't his stomach that kept him coming back.

And the preacher in this one horse town,
arrived in his $500 suit and cadilliac
a parasitic creature that comes from the dust
that came with the rust
when the towns falling down
but the one building that is his shrine
built on poor mens tithe.

Alls well in Dustville.
It hasn't changed a bit.
Every time I travel there I die a little
Its where I'm from.
Its where I come.
To see that nothing really changes.
Times just rearranges.
Different faces, different places.