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Lyrics By Neil Peartour First Stop Is In Bogotato Check Columbian Fieldsthe Natives Smile And Pass Alonga Sample Of Their Yieldsweet Jamaican Pipe Dreamsgolden Acapulco Nightsthen Morocco, And The East,fly By Morning Lightwe&ampapos;re On The Train To Bangkokaboard The Thailand Expresswe&ampapos;ll Hit The Stops Along The Waywe Only Stop For The Bestwreathed In Smoke In Lebanonwe Burn The Midnight Oilthe Fragrance Of Afghanistanrewards A Long Day&ampapos;s Toilpulling Into Katmandusmoke Rings Fill The Airperfumed By A Nepal Nightthe Express Gets You There