Burning Airlines Give You So Much More

When I got back home I found a message on the door Sweet Regina's gone to China Cross legged on the floor Of a burning jet that's smoothly flying Burning airlines give you so much more How does she intend To live when she's in far Cathay? I somehow can't imagine her Just planting rice all day Maybe she will do a bit of spying With micro cameras hidden in her hair I guess Regina's on the plane A news week on her knees While miles below the curlews call From strangely stunted trees The painted sage sits just as though he's flying Regina's jet disturbs his wispy beard When you reach Kyoto Send a postcard if you can And please convey my fond regards To Chih-Hao's girl Yu-Lan I heard a rumor, they were getting married But someone left the papers in Japan Left them in Japan, left them in Japan Left them in Japan, left them in Japan Left them in Japan, left them in Japan Left them in Japan