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
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 microcameras 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 Chih-Hao´s girl Yu-Lan I heard a rumour they were getting married But someone left the papers in Japan.