There were thousands of days
as we traveled down North Road,
and I remember my uncle on his last day,
and how I would kill to shake his hand again
And on goes the battle of years upon years
My Father's eyes bring me solace,
and his look of focus I try to instill
As my Mother reads as an example
of strength beyond strength,
and with her I became me
There are two girls
with whom I've known longer than anyone,
and my debt to them is Lifetime
The gathering of boys I rely on,
know exactly who they are
and I will build their protection with bloody hands
Some were dealt knuckles and some delivered kisses,
but initially my heart was in the right place
There are times when being engulfed by mountains
are the only signs of safety I know
And I realize I think this way out of neglection
and at the exact thought I reclaim those days of scenery
There are places like the bluffs in Kasilof
and the gravel pits in Sand Lake,
that most of us will never forget
Those are the things I wanted to speak of,
those are the things that I dream about,
those are the things that I will definitely die with,
AND THIS IS THE SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN