Текст Passenger – 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’s 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.

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 know she was sleeping.
«I’m empty and aching and

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.