The Cap Delgado sailing past Alcatraz headed towards the Golden Gate
West she goes, towards the Golden Gate
Orange hull headed towards the orange bridge
Then into the vast expanse that lies beyond
West she goes, past the Rock
Its prison cells long ago abandoned
Its hallways now full of tourists
West she goes, past hills that have seen
Generations of ships, some carried by the wind
Others driven by steam, pass before them
West she goes, racing towards the setting sun
Laden with the world’s commerce upon her back
Stacked high in little boxes
West she goes, one small cog
In the giant wheel of world commerce
West she goes