A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself

With a magazine and a sleepless pillow


Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins it's 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




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




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

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?




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 carried by the wind

Phantom figures in the dust


Phantom figures in the dust

Phantom figures in the dust