Lyrics

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