Catching the Red Eye
Take B delivers soaring 1980s arena-rock grandeur powered by wailing saxophones and massive vocal belts.
The stories behind Catching the Red Eye
- The Power of Catching the Red Eye — Take B delivers soaring 1980s arena-rock grandeur powered by wailing saxophones and massive vocal belts.
- Racing Sunrise to Restore the Radiation Beam — An urgent arena-rock anthem chronicles the high-stakes world of emergency oncology equipment repair.
Lyrics
Emergency Dispatch, Atlantic Cancer
Center down.
Can you make the ready?
Pack the bags.
I'm on my way
Midnight on the runway
Turbine screaming loud flying through
the thunder in a heavy southern cloud.
Linear accelerator through a
catastrophic cold.
Radiation treatment's frozen down in
Georgia on the road.
30 kiss of patience arriving at the break of day
If that beam don't ignite they meet a heartbreak and fade I caught 30 minutes
sleep above the turbulent shake
Landing in the city just as morning starts to wake
Grabbed a rental at the curb, ran every yellow light
Rushing to the hospital like a warrior in the night
Burst into the vault behind the heavy concrete wall
Answered with my life to the emergency call
Catching the radar, rolling through the dark
Traveling beyond and keeping hope moving on
Saxophone roaring,
drums crashing high Saving human lives beneath the
Georgia monor sky We work in the shadows
We race against the clock
The traveling road
Crew that never Fails to ride
Yeah
Direct run, swap, vacuum, pull down tight
Megavolt beam ignites in a blaze of golden light
Dose rate calibrated to .002
Just as the clinic doors open for the morning crew I walked out through the
lobby with grease upon my cheek
Smiled at the patients who were sitting worn and weak
They'll get their treatments today, right on schedule time
That's why I fly the red eyes on the front line
Catching the red eye
Rolling through the dark
Traveling, being there, keeping hope moving on
Saxophone roaring Drums crashing high
Saving human lives beneath the
Georgia morning sky
We work in the shadows
We race against the clock
The traveling road crew
That never fails to ride
Be more like
Yeah,
patience are safe
Time for breakfast
