The stories behind Friday Night at the Bench

• The Micro-Solder Waltz in Slow 3/4 Time — Take B slows down the tempo to let weeping pedal steel lines echo the focused solitude of late-night bench work.
• Friday Night at the Bench and the Quiet Duty of Independent Repair — A reflective country waltz honoring the solitary biomedical technician repairing a pediatric sensor after hours.

Lyrics

Friday night in our little town

Stadium lights are on down the road

And I'm right here at the bench

Hear the marching band playing at the county high

Underneath the purple of the all -meaning sky

My buddies are in town having dinner at the dime

While I sit in the depot with a task that couldn't be finer

A tiny cardiac sensor, boy, no bigger than a leaf sent

from a children's clinic to relieve a mother's grief.

Under 40 times zoom where the silver pathways twine

I place a microscope resistor on the line

My hands never shake when the iron meets the tin

Knowing where the healing of a little heart begins

And we dance the micro -soldier walks beneath the shining lamp

An independent Beomid who guards the healing camp

No parades for our devotion

No trophies in the hall just a quiet little workbench

answering the call pedal steel weeping sweet

fiddle in the air every microscopic joint

a gentle country prayer

The solder flowed smooth as a mountain cracking creek in spring

A shiny silver dome on the delicate little rain

Checked it on the oscilloscope, the signal curve was true

Ready for the child surgery on

Monday morning blue I turned off the bench lamp,

locked the depot door with a peaceful quiet feeling on

the wooden floor and we danced the micro

soldier walks beneath the shining lamp an independent

biomed who guards the healing camp no parades for our

devotion no trophies in the hall just a quiet little

workbench Answering the call

Pedal steel weeping sweet

Fiddle in the air

Every microscopic joint A gentle country prayer

Safe travels, little boy

Have a good surgery on

Monday