When evening comes and fog is gone
He raises from his shelter hidden in the dark
He wispers in the wind
So slowly and clead
The blood is freezing
When he’s passing near
He walks on the shore
By himself, all alone
To guard and protect
What he calls home

As the sun comes out
And sunrays hits his pale white skin
He silently disappears
In the steam of gasoline

He feeds his ego
With fisherman tails
And young couples
Promises and lies
He feeds his ego
With sailor’s homesickness
With suicidal people
Courage and weakness
He walks on the shore
By himself, all alone
To guard and protect
What he calls home