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

On 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 Newsweek on her knees

While miles below her 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 rumour 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