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
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