[Кіріспе] [One bent double-stop, heavy kick; clipped riff answers] [Қайырма] Hold that span, hold that line! No green light till the gears align! You can shout, you can wave, But this bridge won’t move till i say! [Куплет 1] Halfway up, the steel stands still, Red lamps burning on the hill. Cars stack tight on either side, I hand-pump pressure, stroke by stroke, inside. [Қайырма] Hold that span, hold that line! No green light till the gears align! You can shout, you can wave, But this bridge won’t move till i say! [Куплет 2] Harbor master pounds the door: “Let that ship clear through before—” I point at gauges, needle low; “Not with that load. the lift won’t go.” [Guitar solo] [Қайырма] Hold that span, hold that line! No green light till the gears align! You can shout, you can wave, But this bridge won’t move till i say! [Аутро] Pump it down, check the pin. Clear the channel. bring them in. Hold that span—then lower slow. One last stroke. the traffic goes.