VERSE 1 (Sparse—just acoustic guitar and bass) They called me Junior for fifty years Living in the shadow, swallowing my fears Three hundred forty names on my phone But when they said "Jimbo," I knew they meant home Tuesday afternoon, Buckhead wire in my hand Emergency line buzzing—"Son, you understand? Terminal F is dark, ninety minutes on the clock Seventy-eight souls in elevators, and the backup's about to stop" CHORUS (Full band kicks in—drums, organ, electric guitar) So I called every name from Atlanta to the sky Three hundred good hands and no time to ask why When the lights go down and the city holds its breath You find out what you're made of between life and death Sixty-three minutes to save Terminal F Sixty-three minutes to prove I'm not just my father's son Running hot wire through the heart of the South This is my story now—this is the one VERSE 2 (Builds—slide guitar weaving through) Rodriguez met me at the electrical room Charred metal and smoke, smelled like doom "Cascade failure," he said, "three systems gone" I said, "Then we build it back before dawn" Miguel running cable through the concourse hall Chen building switchgear in a closet in the wall Jackson on the sequence, Williams on the lifts Three hundred electricians and ninety-minute shifts CHORUS 2 (Bigger, more urgent) Yeah, I called every name from Atlanta to the sky Three hundred good hands and no time to ask why When the lights go down and the city holds its breath You find out what you're made of between life and death Sixty-three minutes to save Terminal F Sixty-three minutes to prove I'm not just my father's son Running hot wire through the heart of the South This is my story now—this is the one BRIDGE (Breakdown—just acoustic guitar, maybe harmonica) My hands were shaking when I gave the call "Three… two… one…" and I risked it all Then I heard it—that beautiful hum The sound of the current, the sound of what we'd done (Pause—then soft) Phone buzzed in my pocket, Tennessee line "Heard you had some excitement—son, you did fine" I typed back through tears I couldn't quite hide "Learned from the best," but he said, "No—that's your pride"
