Lazarus   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.      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