Somewhere Between Naples and Haifa - Remix

[Intro | Fiddle and tin whistle trade a rousing motif | boots stomping time | distant harbor bell] [Verse 1] Rocking on the porch this afternoon, Sweet tea resting by my side. The radio found an old familiar tune, One I'd almost left behind. I closed my eyes... the years slipped by, Like the tide pulled out to sea. Then weathered hands belonged to someone else... The young man I used to be. [Chorus] Somewhere between Naples and Haifa, Two months chasing wind and waves. Another port on tomorrow's chart, Another sunset sailors chased. Most harbors fade like yesterday... Some never sail away. Somewhere between Naples and Haifa... One still calls my name. [Verse 2] The liberty launch kissed the old stone pier, As gulls cried overhead. An accordion drifted through the evening air, Drawing us where strangers dare. My buddy disappeared with a laughing girl, Leaving just the two of us there. We stood there smiling, neither moving on, Though neither one had words to share. She spoke a language I couldn't understand, I answered with a grin. I pointed to my chest... she did the same, Both of us laughed again. I tipped my cap and turned to leave... She reached out and took me by the hand. [Chorus] Somewhere between Naples and Haifa, Two months chasing wind and waves. Another port on tomorrow's chart, Another sunset sailors chased. Most harbors fade like yesterday... Some never sail away. Somewhere between Naples and Haifa... One still calls my name. [Verse 3] The music carried what we couldn't say, Slowly turning through the night. Wavy brown hair caught the colored lights, Brown eyes caught mine every time. I'd stumble, she'd just laugh again, Pull me close and start once more. Funny how a single dance Can outlive a hundred shores. Morning found us by the water, The liberty launch waiting near. She kissed my cheek... I tipped my cap... We smiled instead of shedding tears. [Bridge] Now I wonder where life carried That wavy-haired brunette. Did she ever tell the story Of the sailor she once met? Does an old song stop her footsteps, Like it stopped this old man's day? Or am I the only one Who never sailed away? [Final Chorus] Somewhere between Naples and Haifa, Two months chasing wind and waves. Most of those ports have long since faded, Carried off like yesterday. But one harbor still drops anchor... Every time that old song plays. Somewhere between Naples and Haifa... Part of me still stayed. [Outro] One little dance... One kiss goodbye... One memory that never sailed away.