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