Old Shanghai

When you're walking in Old Shanghai Lanterns under the night sky See the moon begin to rise Just like it did back home Old men smoking in cafes Junk boats floating in the bay Think of me while you're way In Old Shanghai With no ties, with no plan Your last dollar in your hands Take a picture and send it back To someone you used to know Things will always find their way From the backroads to the bay There's more to do than there is to say In Old Shanghai Things will always find their way From the backroads to the bay There's more to life than you or I will ever say In Old Shanghai