The stories behind The Biomed Express

• High-Velocity Bluegrass Drive on The Biomed Express — Take B accelerates the depot shipping scramble with rapid-fire acoustic fingerpicking and breathless vocal delivery.
• Racing the Clock on The Biomed Express — When an emergency trauma case hinges on a replacement transducer, depot biomeds face an uncompromising courier deadline.

Lyrics

4 .30 emergency call from

Seattle

FedEx truck leaves at 5 .59 79 minutes on the

clock

Move, depart, move

almost ringing off the hook in the depot shipping bay

Seattle Trauma Center had their probe snap away

Emergency or a case arriving in the dawn

If they don't get a loan or probe, the patient will be gone

Grabbed a certified transducer from the clean room rack

Running diagnostic scans along the phantom track

Acoustic lens is perfect, array is fire bright

Now we gotta box it up for priority tonight 540 on the wall, 20

minutes to the gate

If that delivery driver leaves, we'll seal a tragic fate

Bubble wrap it, tape it down

Faster than a jackrabbit, tearing through town

The 5 .59 FedEx scramble is on

Packing up the loader before the truck is gone

Banjo rolls,

fiddle rollers Tape dispensers rattling across the depot doors

Slap on the priority air, they'll slip

The Biomed Express on a midnight trip

Run, Billy, run Straight down the dock, beating out the minutes on

the overnight clock

5, 50, and 8 in 30 seconds

Heard the diesel rail

Driver shut the cargo door

Rolling on the dev I vaulted over handrails

Wicked the box against my chest

Threw my body at the bumper

At the hospital's request

Hold that truck I hollered with my tongue hanging out

The driver slammed the brakes

And gave a friendly little shout

Toast the package inside right as the clock struck six

Another morning rescue for the

D .O. Tricks The 5 .59

FedEx scramble is on

Packing up the loaner before the truck is gone

Banjo rolls, fiddle roars

Take dispensers rattling across the dip -hot doors

Slap on the priority air, bill slip

The Biomed Express on a midnight trip

Run, Billy, run, sprint down the dock

Beating out the minutes on the overnight clock

tracking number confirmed

delivery

a .m.

Now someone get me a glass of water.

Yee -haw!

Yee -haw!