Last Call For Istanbul -

The call to prayer, a melancholy sigh Echoes across the rooftops, as I say goodbye The Blue Mosque's six minarets, a majestic sight Will watch over Istanbul, through the dark of night

So I'll hold on to the essence of this place The vibrant rhythms, the flavors, the smiling face Of a city that has stolen my heart, and made it stay In Istanbul, where East meets West, I'll find my way Last Call for Istanbul

As I stand at the edge of the Bosphorus' night The city's siren song begins to lose its light The last call echoes, a final goodbye A whispered promise to return, before I say goodbye The call to prayer, a melancholy sigh Echoes