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