As it turns out, I don't regret having sent the email.

I do regret the looming headache that threatens to dampen my fun this evening. Sing along with Rufus!
- Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
- what is this world my parents gave me, always
travelling but not in love...

bare in mind that I don't have the lyrics in front of my and I am a notorious skewer of lyrics, or Mondegreens, as Jon Carroll calls them. Liar, Liar pencil fire, anyone?