He woke up one day and made his way down to the waterfront as he did all the days in his 44 years as long as the ships made in
He stands for a cause. He stands for a union from older days gone. A dying breed of workers who lived to carry on and die for the age that we're in.

In a cloudy haze as fog drifted in.
That man wore his colors. He chose to begin as a younger man working through his days to carry home the food and to carry home the pay
waiting for the day to end
breaking your back breaking your hands
working to go home again
there's nothing much more satisfying

He woke up one day and made his way down to the waterfront as he did all the days in his 44 years as long as the ships made in
This day was the one. A milestone in a marathon on that Oakland waterfront. A well-earned reward for a hard working one who served and now deserves what's to come.

In a cloudy haze the fog drifted in
That man wore his colors he chose to begin
As an older man who worked through all those days to carry home the food and carry home the pay
waiting for the day to end
breaking your back breaking your hands
working to go home again
there's nothing much more satisfying

We all have a cause worth waging war
Or worth making peace to keep
We all have a love whatever it is
Or whoever is thee to seek
And there comes a day if we're lucky enough
And the cards fall our way
I'll pray to sit with the birds,
And take the boots off.