A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself

With a magazine and a sleepless pillow

Over the crest of the mountains the moon

Begins its climb And he wakes to find he's in rolling farm land 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 Oh 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 We pull into downtown Dallas by the

Sight 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

Any aliens here you better check with us

How about you son you like you've got

Spanish blood

Do you habla inglese? Am I understood 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 But he can't leave his fears behind

He recalls each fatal thrust

The screams are carried by the wind

Phantom figures in the dust

Phantom figures in the dust

Phantom figures in the dust