[Кіріспе] [Ride bell alone] [Octave-doubled guitar riff, faint bass] [Куплет 1] The lift motor coughs, the chain goes slack A loaded barge is bearing down I grab the pump and work the handle While brake lights stack across the town The current shoves her bow aside She’s drifting past the channel mark I count each stroke, i watch the cable And keep that steel from striking dark [Қайырма] Hold that line! keep the channel clear! Pump it hard—the barge is here! Hands on the lever, eyes on the tide We raise this bridge or we lose her side! [Куплет 2] The river shoulders at her flank The deckhand waves from up ahead A horn rolls through the stopped-up lanes The warning lamps burn cold and red My arms are shaking, oil runs hot The gauge climbs slow, then holds its place I lean my weight into the handle And drag the roadway from her face [Қайырма] Hold that line! keep the channel clear! Pump it hard—the barge is here! Hands on the lever, eyes on the tide We raise this bridge or we lose her side! [Guitar solo] [Harmonized electric-guitar lead] [Қайырма] Hold that line! keep the channel clear! Pump it hard—the barge is here! Hands on the lever, eyes on the tide We raise this bridge or we lose her side! [Аутро] The barge slips through, the cables strain The traffic rolls; i drop the chain