Lyrics

[INTRO]
Static whispers, the night hums its lullaby,
A pulse of urgency beneath the sky.

[VERSE 1]
The radio hums, static in the air,
"Contact communications and dispatch," (verify correct frequency prior to starting report).
“Incident status”: provide incident summary (including number of patients) and command structure

[PRE‑CHORUS]
Every beat counts in this silent race,
Hands on the wheel, hearts in the chase.

[CHORUS]
Eight lines to follow, eight lines to keep,
Through the dust and the dark, where the shadows creep.
From the first call made to the final plan,
The incident‑within‑an‑incident‑8‑line‑page guides the hands of man.

[VERSE 2]
"Initial patient assessment," a breath or none,
Every second counts ’til the sirens run.
“Transport plan”: find the evacuation and estimated time of arrival to evacuation location.
Through winding hills, chasing a life’s goal.

[PRE‑CHORUS]
On the edge of night, hope rides the tide,
A silent promise, a vow to guide.

[CHORUS]
Eight lines to follow, eight lines to keep,
Through the dust and the dark, where the shadows creep.
From the first call made to the final plan,
The incident‑within‑an‑incident‑8‑line‑page guides the hands of man.

[BRIDGE]
When the world goes quiet and the stars blink slow,
The crew stays steady, the rhythm of the flow.
Every word, every signal, every call,
Sends a heartbeat that can’t let a life fall.

[HOOK]
Eight lines of truth, a map in the night,
Guide the wounded, guide the light.

[VERSE 2]
"Additional Resources and Equipment needs," call out what you want, come quick before he bleeds
“Communications”: to identify Air or ground frequencies and hospital contacts if need be.
“Contingency”: the night might be long, and as Murphy said what can go wrong will go wrong.
“Additional Information”: Keep everyone is the loop

[CHORUS]
Eight lines to follow, eight lines to keep,
Through the dust and the dark, where the shadows creep.
From the first call made to the final plan,
The incident‑within‑an‑incident‑8‑line‑page guides the hands of man.

[OUTRO]
Static fades, the night exhales a sigh,
Hands on the wheel, the mission carried high.