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