Old Shanghai by Beck Lyrics

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