She lives somewhere in China
I think that I'll go out and find her
Just to see if there's a better world for me
Sailing down the Yangzi Jiang in a bright red and blue sampan
You know the only way to go is real slow
But I'd rather go much faster
So here we go to New York City
In an aeroplane made out of metal things
With bright green wings
You know it's so much colder now
Than it's ever been before
I never ever seem to hear you laughing now
Come and sit beside me here and we'll watch the fire go down
And dream of days and nights when we were young
Time seems to go much faster
Living in the cold, old city
But we can still pretend we're having fun
Having fun...
She lives somewhere in China
I think that I'll go out and find her
Just to see if there's a better world for me