E5                            A5
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself 
        B5               E5
With a magazine and a sleepless pillow 
 E5                                         A5 
Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb  
       B5                              E5    
And he wakes to find he's in rolling farmland  
   

A5                     E5
The farmer sleeps against his wife  
A5          G5                   C5    E5
He wonders what their life must be   
A5                           G5 
A Trailways bus is heading south 
 F5               B5         E5
Into Washington, D.C.   
   
    E5                               A5
A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old  
 B5                       E5
Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding.  
E5                            A5
The shadow of the Capitol dome slides across his face 
         B5                        E5 
And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom.  
   

A5                       E5
The father motionless as stone,  
A5           G5       C5        E5
A shepherd resting with his flock, 
A5                             G5 
The Trailways bus is turning west
F5      C5      G5            D5  
Dallas via Little Rock.  
   

E5                     A5
O my darling, darling Son  
B5                       E5
The desert moon is my witness. 
E5                     A5 
I've no money to come East,
    B5                      E5
But I know you'll soon be here  
   
 
    D5                                             G5
We pull into downtown Dallas by the side of the grassy knoll 
            A5                D5
Where the leader fell and a town was broken.  
 D5                                       G5
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years  
           A5                  D5            D5
He hears music playing and Spanish spoken  
  
   
      E5                               A5
The border patrol outside of Tucson boarded the bus  
      B5                       E5
Any aliens here? You better check with us,  
 E5                                         E5
How about you son? You look like you got Spanish blood.  
         B5                     E5
Do you 'Habla Ingles,' and I understood.  
   
A5             E5
Yes, I am an alien, from Mars.
A5          G5          C5             E5  
I come to Earth from outer space.  
A5                           G5
And if I traveled my whole life  
F5               C5               G5
You guys would still be on my case
F5               C5               G5  
You guys would still be on my case  
   

A5                             G5
But he can't leave his fears behind, 
A5      G5          C5           E5       
He recalls each fatal thrust  
     A5                     G5
The screams carried by the wind, .
F5               C5       G5 
Phantom figures in the dust  
F5               C5       G5
Phantom figures in the dust 
F5               C5       G5 
Phantom figures in the dust.