Old Shanghai - Eleanor Friedberger

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