Em 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