The bus pulled over

On the roadside

The men pulled out their guns again

And told me to keep quiet

The sun was streaming down

Around the empty sound

Disturbed by the roaring

Of a mirage soaring by



And the radio carried the newscast

From a place where peace appeared

As fragile as glass

Far away from here

And in the public eye

The people of America promised they wouldn't die



Sat still and silent

I listened to the news

The men walked up and down the bus

And watched me for a move

The occasional threat

And game of Russian roulette

All six bullets against my head

So that they couldn't lose



And the radio carried the newscast

From a place where peace appeared

As fragile as glass

Far away from here

And in the public eye

The people of America made sure they wouldn't die



Sat still and silent

I listened to the news

The radio now changed channels

And then it blew a fuse