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