The stories behind The Interstate Interceptor

• Southern Rock Thunder and Highway Adrenaline in Take B — Take B delivers an earthier southern rock groove driven by chugging electric guitars, CB dispatch chatter, and a persistent rhythmic pulse across frozen midnight pavement.
• Racing the Clock on Interstate 35 with an Active Donor Heart — When flight plans collapse into severe weather, high-speed ground transport tests biomedical transport gear against highway vibration and inverter electrical demands.

Lyrics

Wow!

Wow!

Outro seat Holding the organ care system between his boots and feet

G -Force, suspenders as a cruiser

Took the ramp, tires by

And piping pavement through the fog and the damp

Radar detector beeping, tackle meter pegged high

Chasing down the taillights of the

Missouri sky

Hey, 100, 120 on the clock

Passing semi -trucks like a thunderbolt shot

The heart and the chamber pulsing to the speed

Everything that horsepower and engineering need

Ride the interstate, intercept the road through the mist

The wildest medical mission that could ever exist 130 miles an hour

on the line Making that emergency alternator shine

Siren clearing traffic,

blue lights cutting through

Bringing that heartbeat to the surgery crew

Floyd Trooper, burn that highway

Let biomedical thunder at the speed of need

Cruiser radio, crackle Des

Moines dispatch here We got rolling escorts through the county line clear

Two more patrol cars flank us on the blacktop lane cutting through the freezing

midnight rain marcus watched the ocs scream profusion is gone pressure

steady 800 milliliters toll across the state line is the clock hit

245 the wildest damn escort that was ever alive and

the zipper broke through the mist the wildest medical mission that could ever

exist is 130 miles an hour on the line making that

emergency alternator shine cyber clearing traffic blue lights cutting through

bringing that heartbeat to the surgery crew

Floor trooper, burn that highway

Let biomedical thunder at the speed of need

Airfield in sight

Replacement jet on the tarmac waiting

Engines spooled up Carrier transferred

Ride the interstate, intercept a road through the mist

The wildest medical mission that could ever exist 130 miles an hour

on the line Making that emergency alternator shine

Siren clearing traffic,

blue lights cutting through

Bringing that heartbeat to the surgery crew

Flowing trooper, burn that highway lead

Biomedical thunder at the speed of need

Wheels up on jet

two

Dallas in 40 minutes

Hang on, Dallas

The heart is still beating

I'm out.

I'm out.