There'll be no moon tonight  And the stars won't light the sky  There are women on the streets,  But there's no loving in their eyes  Feeling weary, tired and wishing  I was standing in your doorway now  There'll be dancing flames  Something special cooking slow  Perfume heavy and all the lanterns turned down low  Oh that lucky, oh that lucky man  Who is standing in your doorway now  I'm a wandering man  You'll never tie me down  Lifelong sailor, but how I wish I was homeward bound  At this moment tired and wishing  I was standing in your doorway now