Burning Airlines Give You So Much More

[Verse 1] When I got back home I found a message on the door Sweet Regina's gone to China crosslegged on the floor Of a burning jet that's smoothly flying: Burning airlines give you so much more [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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...