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 fluorsecent 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