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 ...