That day I boarded the Red Express
High on Fanaticism and Bliss 
A rainy world through a window.
I wanted us to be alike: 
Is it heaven or hell?
Išve  nowhere to hide. 
He speaks of a world from far away, 
A village, fresh flowers, fields of grass.
Living is a dream and 
The Red Express never reaches its destination.
1966
Red Express
Carrying the frieght of...
© World Beat Records 1996