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