Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Walkabouts - Harbour Lights



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

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