| Song | Trailways Bus |
| Artist | Paul Simon |
| Album | Songs From The Capeman |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Simon, Walcott | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Simon, Walcott | |
| 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 guitarpaul simon | |
| Vocalsara ramirez | |
| Guitarvincent nguini | |
| Guitar, acoustic guitar soloarlen roth | |
| Pedal steelrobby turner | |
| Bassbakithi kumalo | |
| Trumpetbill holloman | |
| Accordionmike ramos | |
| Fender rhodesoriente lopez | |
| Shakercrusher bennett | |
| Drumsshannon ford |
| zuò cí : Simon, Walcott | |
| 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 guitarpaul simon | |
| Vocalsara ramirez | |
| Guitarvincent nguini | |
| Guitar, acoustic guitar soloarlen roth | |
| Pedal steelrobby turner | |
| Bassbakithi kumalo | |
| Trumpetbill holloman | |
| Accordionmike ramos | |
| Fender rhodesoriente lopez | |
| Shakercrusher bennett | |
| Drumsshannon ford |