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 a plane a Newsweek 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 Chihhao's girl Yu-lan
I heard a rumor they were getting married
But someone left the papers in Japan
Left them in Japan