Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm staring at the rain
Walking up the street, yeah, and walking down again
And my feet are tired and my brain is numb
See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come
Got the scent of stale beer hanging, hanging round my head
Old dog in the corner sleeping like he could be dead
A book of matches and a full ashtray
Cigarette left smoking its life away
Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell
But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well
Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right
It'll all turn right
God's tears on the sidewalk: it's the mother of all rain
But in the thick blue haze of Harry's, you will feel no pain
And you will feel no soft hand slipping on your knee
You don't have to pay for memories, they will all come free
Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell
But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well
Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right
It'll all turn right
Now when Harry was a young man, Harry was so debonair
He walked a bouncy step in his shiny shoes
And when Harry was a young man, well, Harry could walk on air
He mixed a mean co*ktail and he talked you through the late news
You want to hear some great news?
Harry's still here
Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm still staring at the rain
Walking up the street, and I'm walking down again
And my feet are tired and my brain is numb
See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come
Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell
But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well
Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right
It'll all turn right
Another Harry's bar
And another Harry's bar
And another, and another Harry's bar