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 cafe    Junk boats floating in the bay    Think of me while you’re away In Old Shanghai            With no ties   With no plans Your last dollar in your hands     Take a picture send it back To someone you used to know                   Things will always find their way   From the backroad to the bay     There’s more to do than there is to say      In Old Shanghai