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.
Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar-Paul Simon Vocal-Sara Ramirez Guitar-Vincent Nguini Guitar, Acoustic Guitar Solo-Arlen Roth Pedal Steel-Robby Turner Bass-Bakithi Kumalo Trumpet-Bill Holloman Accordion-Mike Ramos Fender Rhodes-Oriente Lopez Shaker-Crusher Bennett Drums-Shannon Ford