Hang High

For all the holes inside your pocket
And all the times you sang the blues
For every time you had a tear in your eye
There is a dream that hides a secret
And in your heart there lies a clue
To everything you need and never say why

Hang high, we'll get to Shanghai
Hey there, we’ll get to somewhere

And all the angels will be dancing
Their bodies softly swing and sway
Heavenly delights, so bittersweet
A midnight choir it will be singin'
Another hymn by Marvin Gaye
Like every Saturday night on Desperate Street

Their saying hang high, we'll get to Shanghai
Hey there, we’ll get to somewhere
Half a million places, yeah you really ought to be
Give it up, forget them all and spend the night with me

And just hang high, we'll call in Shanghai
Hey there, we'll call it somewhere

Hang high, we'll get to Shanghai
Hey there, we'll get to somewhere

Hang high baby
Shanghai baby