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 better cooking slow, perfume heavy And all the lanterns turned down slow Oh that lucky, oh that lucky man Who's 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 at your doorway now
