Fog sits heavy on my deck plates
Rail yard sleeps in iron gray
Coffee's black the compass waits
Another night another day
Horn blasts low through soupy air
Couplings clank like dirty spoons
Captain sleeps in leather chair
I hum that same old diner tune
Fog shift fog shift harbor closed tonight
Fog shift fog shift running on no light
Tugboat coffee strong and black as tar
Waiting for the morning star
Deckhands dream of bacon grease
Propeller cuts slow circles round
Wake me when the fog releases
Best damn breakfast in this town
Fog shift fog shift harbor closed tonight
Fog shift fog shift running on no light
Tugboat coffee strong and black as tar
Waiting for the morning star
Rail cars whisper steel on steel
I answer back with diesel cough
No eggs to fry no grill to heal
Just push the barge shove it off
Morning burns the mist away
Sun hits chrome on smokestack tall
Another shift another day
I've seen it all I've seen it all
Galley's cold the bacon's gone
Radio crackles harbor hail
Tugboat's work is never done
Till the evening fog sets sail
Fog shift fog shift harbor closed tonight
Fog shift fog shift running on no light
Tugboat coffee strong and black as tar
Waiting for the morning star
Fog shift fog shift that's who we are
Order up the fog is lifting
Tugboat cook shift done drifting