Lyrics:

Lyrics By Neil Peart**lf****lf**our First Stop Is In Bogota**lf**to Check Columbian Fields**lf**the Natives Smile And Pass Along**lf**a Sample Of Their Yield**lf**sweet Jamaican Pipe Dreams**lf**golden Acapulco Nights**lf**then Morocco, And The East,**lf**fly By Morning Light**lf****lf**we&ampapos;re On The Train To Bangkok**lf**aboard The Thailand Express**lf**we&ampapos;ll Hit The Stops Along The Way**lf**we Only Stop For The Best**lf****lf**wreathed In Smoke In Lebanon**lf**we Burn The Midnight Oil**lf**the Fragrance Of Afghanistan**lf**rewards A Long Day&ampapos;s Toil**lf**pulling Into Katmandu**lf**smoke Rings Fill The Air**lf**perfumed By A Nepal Night**lf**the Express Gets You There