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