LAZARUS
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself
With a magazine and a sleepless pillow
Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb
And he wakes to find he's in rolling farmland
The farmer sleeps against his wife
He wonders w hat their life must b e
A Trailways bus is heading s outh
Into Washington, D.C.
A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old
Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding.
The shadow of the Capitol dome slides across his face
And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom.
The father motionless as stone,
A shepherd r esting with his fl ock,
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 know you'll soon be here
LAZARUS
We p ull into downtown Dallas by the side of the Grassy Knoll
Where the leader fell and a town was broken.
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
He hears music playing and S panish spoken
The border patrol outside of Tucson boarded the bus
BORDER PATROLMAN
Any aliens here? You better check with us,
How about you son?
You look like you got Spanish blood.
Do you 'Habla Ingles,' am I understood?
SAL
Yes, I am an alien, from Mars.
I come to e arth from outer s pace.
And if I traveled my w hole life
You guys would s till be on my case
You guys w ould still be on my case
LAZARUS
But he can't leave his fears b ehind,
He rec alls each fatal t hrust
The screams carried b y the wind,
Phantom figures in the d ust
Phantom figures in the d ust
Phantom f igures in the dust.
