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 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 
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 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 know 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 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 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.