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.


America, 1967


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.

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.

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.

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.