Each morning on the docks I'd rise br At dawn 'round six-fifteen br Throw on some clothes and splash my face br And brush my teeth real clean br With aching bones br I'd bend and stretch br My muscles stiff and sore br From nailing planks and pounding seams br I'd caulked the day before br br The bicycle was rusty br Locked inside the parking lot br And as I rode to work I'd think br Of tools I had forgot br A putty knife for scraping br Sharpened chisel or the plane? br But weariness prevented me br From turning round again br br The auger, level, or the saw br In tool bag they would be br Unless I'd loaned them to a friend br In which case I would see br Him in the yard that morning br Waiting for me by the store br Where we would get some coffee br Just like me all stiff and sore br br With cream and sugar in our cups br We'd plan the day ahead br Mull things over, chew the fat br Until our brains went dead br 'Did you bring two part epoxy? ' br 'There's a leak around the skeg'.