

Third cup of coffee from a cracked styrofoam cup
County line radio barely coming up
Four in the morning,
another rain-slick bend
Sirens cut the pines where the blacktop ends
Praying for the quiet that we never find
Flash of blue strobes washing on the gravel road
Shoulders taking on another heavy load
Twenty-five years running with the hammer down
Catching broken souls on the edge of town
Hands still steady when the gauges start to fall Standing in the
gap when they make that call
(yeah
standing in the gap)
Saw the sun come up behind the emergency bay
Washed the mud from the boots,
put the shears away
Young guy in the jumper looks a little pale and green
Told him take a breath,
boy, you'll forget what you've seen
Even though I know
you won't
Flash of blue strobes washing on the gravel road
Lord knows we carry every heavy load
Twenty-five years running with the hammer down
Catching broken souls on the edge of town
Hands still steady when the gauges start to fall Standing in the
gap when they make that call
(oh we take that call)
Twenty-five years running with the hammer down
Patching up the heart of this tired old town
Hands still steady when the gauges start to fall Standing in the
gap when they make that call
(standing in the gap!)
Shift is done, boys
Pack it in (ahhhh)