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 what their life must be
A Trailways bus is heading south
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 resting with his flock,
The Trailways bus is turning west-
Dallas via Little Rock.
WAHZINAK
O my darling, darling 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 pull 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 Spanish 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 earth from outer space.
And if I traveled my whole life
You guys would still be on my case
You guys would still be on my case
LAZARUS
But he can't leave his fears behind,
He recalls each fatal thrust
The screams carried by the wind,
Phantom figures in the dust
Phantom figures in the dust
Phantom figures in the dust.
