LAZARUS
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself
With a m agazine and a sleepless pillow
Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb
And he w akes to find he's in r olling farmland
The farmer sleeps ag ainst his wife
He wonders w hat their life must be
A Trailways bus is heading s outh
Into Washington, D.C.
A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old
Prep are themselves for sleep and feeding.
The shadow of the Capitol dome slides across his face
And his h eart is racing with the u rge to freedom.
The father motionless as st one,
A shepherd r esting with his flock,
The Trailways bus is turning w est-
Dallas via L ittle Rock.
WAHZINAK
O my darling, darl ing Sal
The desert moon is my witness.
I' ve no money to come East,
But I kn ow you'll soon be here
LAZARUS
We p ull into downtown Dallas by the side of the Grassy Knoll
Where the l eader fell and a town was broken.
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
He h ears music playing and S panish spoken
The b order patrol outside of Tucson boarded the bus
BORDER PATROLMAN
Any a liens here? You better check with us,
How about you son?
You look like you got Spanish blood.
Do you 'H abla Ingles,' am I u nderstood?
SAL
Yes, I am an alien, from Mars.
I come to e arth from outer space.
And if I traveled my w hole life
You guys would still be on my case
You guys would still be on my case
LAZARUS
But he can't le ave his fears b ehind,
He recalls each fatal t hrust
The screams c arried b y the wind,
Phantom fi gures in the d ust
Phantom fi gures in the d ust
Phantom figures in the dust.
