Port of Call - Beirut

And I I called through the air that night

A calm sea voice without light

I could only smile

I’ve been alone some time

And all in all

It’s been fine

And you

You had hope for me now

I danced all around it somehow

Be fair to me

I may drift awhile

Were it up to me You’d know why

I called through the air that night

The thought was warming inside

Was it infantile

That which we desire

Were it up to me Pull the wool from your eyes

And I I called through the air that night

My thoughts were still blurry inside

We were closer then

I’d been alone sometime

Filled your glass with gin

Filled your heart with pride

And you

You had hope for me now

I danced all around it somehow

Be fair to me

I may drift awhile

If there’s a plan for me Would it make you smile

No, don’t want to be there for no one

I’d stay here

No, I don’t want to be there for no one

If it’s all the same

I don’t want to follow your light

On the sea

No, I don’t want to be there for no one

I can’t be saved