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Trailways Bus - Paul Simon
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