Текст песни A Passage to Bangkok - Live in Manchester - Rush

We′d like to do something now
That deals with a foreign matter
This is called "A Passage to Bangkok"
Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Colombian fields
The natives smile and pass along
A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams, golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco and the East, fly by morning light
We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We′ll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best
Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon
We burn the midnight oil
The fragrance of Afghanistan
Rewards a long day's toil
Pulling into Kathmandu, smoke rings fill the air
Perfumed by a Nepal night, the Express gets you there
We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We′ll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best
We′re on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the...
We′re on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best