Creosote and salt in my knees
Seen three generations of keys
Flashlight cuts the gray wool air
No cargo ships wait anywhere
Midnight fog comes in like fares
I've docked ten thousand ships right there
Guard walks his beat with flashing light
This old wood knows every tide
Cannery whistle blew at noon
Now rust sleeps beneath the moon
Warehouse walls turned condo glass
I watch the years like seasons pass
Midnight fog comes in like fares
I've docked ten thousand ships right there
Guard walks his beat with flashing light
This old wood knows every tide
Guard checks doors on timer round
His boots make the only sound
Radio cracks with harbor talk
I've heard it all from pier to dock
Midnight fog comes in like fares
I've docked ten thousand ships right there
Guard walks his beat with flashing light
This old wood knows every tide
Fog horn moans a low complaint
No ferry runs no ship no saint
Longing lives in splintered grain
For the harbor that won't come again
Midnight fog comes in like fares
I've docked ten thousand ships right there
Guard walks his beat with flashing light
This old wood knows every tide
Tide goes out tide comes in
