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