xEm
I'm just a man with a job
Am
You can call me Harry, Jim or Bob
C G
Three floors below from Picadilly
Am
It's dark and chilly
B
Counting the cars with cocktail bars
Keeping a check on four-wheeled wrecks
Em
Three floors above it's not the same
Am
Picadilly, lighting up the rain
C G
Here I'm a ghost in the cellar
Am
The kind of fellow
B
Who's counting days that could be nights
Count on the man who's counting lights
Em Bm Em
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Em Bm Em
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
Em Am D G
Headlights from a limo, wakin' up the wino
Em Bm Em
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Em Bm Em
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
Bm Em Bm Em
And every night, I'm counting lights
Bm Em Bm Em
From left to right, I count the lights
I'm just a man with a map
My 'A to Z' is open on my lap
Lady I know where you're goin'
Your class is showin'
Your headlights polished to a 'T'
I'll count your lights, you count on me
Someday I'll leave, I believe
If I can find the trump card in my sleeve
Counting the boats in Monte Carlo
A silver arrow
Upon a cabbie cap
My 'A to Z' flat on it's back
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
Leave it to the navy, look here comes a chevy
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
And every night, I'm counting lights
From left to right, I count the lights
