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