Trailways Bus

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 --- Trailways Bus - Paul Simon