America

ports-of-call

Written by Gerry Beckley and Dewey Bunnell, ©1994
Found on Hourglass.

I can't help thinkin' as those ships sail away
What sirens beckon and call
How long at sea this time how long between
The ports-of-call, ports-of-call

Under the bridge they move to far off lands
Maybe Australia or North African sands
Complete the mission, supply and demand
To ports-of-call, ports-of-call

And everyday as the sun is setting
Along the bay city lights appear
Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
Time is growing near

When they'll be casting off anchor as they sail away
Into the morning light
Rising and falling thru the blue and gray
To ports-of-call, ports-of-call

And everyday as the sun is setting
Along the bay city lights appear
Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
Time is growing near

And everyday as the sun is setting
Along the bay city lights appear
Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
Time is growing near

I'll take the chance this time to change my world (change my world)
And break those ties that bind (ties that bind)
Far from those people passing through my life
Like ports-of-call, ports-of-call

Under the bridge I'll move to far off lands (far off lands)
Maybe Australia or North African sands (North African sands)
Complete my mission, hope you understand
Ports-of-call, ports-of-call
Ports-of-call, ports-of-call
Ports-of-call, ports-of-call ...