Paul Simon's
Paul Simon Frankfurt 2002

Trailways Bus

ŠPaul Simon, released on Songs from The Capeman, 1997



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.



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


[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?



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.