There's no jet on my tarmac
No boat upon my Atlantic
I search in vain for the exit
I search in vain for the way back
I'm singing for the transistors
This strange affair in a story
Of Asian loves transitory
My sleeping beauty on the floor
Loving you I see
I'll go astray
And sow poppy seeds on the runways
I'll escape from our nonaffair
You know those photos of Asia
Shot on 200 ASA
Now that you have gone away
Their colors have turned sepia
I thought I heard the scratch and hiss
Of a small chopper but alas
It's just the fan blades as they pass
Above my head at the police
Loving you I see
I'll go astray
And sow poppy seeds on the runways
I'll escape from our nonaffair
Loving you I see
I'll go astray
And sow poppy seeds on the runways
I'll escape from our nonaffair
Loving you I see
I'll go astray
And sow poppy seeds on the runways
I'll escape from our nonaffair