Harbor Lights — The Steve Miller Band

I can see the harbor lights Looks like the fourth of July Maybe Christmas night Reflected in water

In my cell, behind this wall I share my time With many a soul who is lost Why must I always be a loser Why can't I ever be a winner

So as time Goes rolling by I lose my chance It's only one life If I had the wings of an angel O'er these prison walls I would fly Straight from the darkness into the light Why must I always be a loser Why can't I ever be a winner

Spoken:

They're coming to take me away They're beginning to shave my head now, sweetheart But as their doing it I just want you to know That I wouldn't have it any other way I'm glad that I killed your mother She was a low-down dirty old hag But in the end darling You will get your revenge Because you see Their gonna send you my belongings In a plastic bag

La, la, la A plastic bag