Harbour lights will change your plans

More than judge or jury can

What a sight

Flickerin' like prayers of grace

How could you ever lose this place?

What a sight

But I'm sure I don't stand

A ghost of a chance

To stay here past the time, when all my checks run out

To stay here past the time, when all my checks... run... out

Chinese junks are driftin' in

The foghorn blows its low warnin'

Across the stars

Glistening fluorescent tears

Finally know what kept me here

Harbour lights

And I wonder if you

Are makin' it through

We all hang from a single thread and a thousand truths

We all hang from a single thread and a thousand... truths

Harbour lights will change your plans

More than judge or jury can

What a sight

But I'm sure I don't stand

A ghost of a chance

To stay here past the time, when all my checks run out

And I wonder if you

Are makin' it through

I wonder under which moon do you sleep tonight

I wonder under which moon do you say... good... night