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