The Schedule Is the Hazard

Wasi River Bluegrass / BridgeIncluded.ca

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[Verse 1]
The suit said, "Son, that clock's too tight,
that punch-card rhythm's gonna start a fight."
I wiped my name off the old shop wall,
said, "You can blame the time, but that ain't the call."

"Then what is?" "Upstream, farther back,
where they shaved the margins on the first long track."
"You mean the shift?" "No, look again,
it's the hours they squeezed with a fountain pen."

[Pre-Chorus]
Who signed off fast?
Who skipped the walk?
Who called it good
and muzzled talkin'?

[Chorus]
The schedule is the hazard, friends, it only tells you where you are
Look upstream for the frayed old rules and downstream for the scar
The schedule is the hazard, friends, it only tells you where you are
Look upstream for the frayed old rules and downstream for the scar

[Verse 2]
They said, "That squeal will make stocks jump."
I said, "A rushed check will do that, and then some."
They said, "That line points fingers plain."
I said, "So does a logbook stamped in pain."

Fatigue had teeth by the end of the run,
and the floor still echoed like a bad day drum.
One hand said "wait," one mail said "go,"
and a third got buried in the quota snow.

[Pre-Chorus]
Who was tired?
Who was late?
Who let the warning
come too late?

[Verse 3]
Out by the gatehouse near the loading river,
morning frost still clung to the locks like shiver.
Threat letter slid in before the kettle cooled,
with three clauses bold and two more fooled.

Somebody reached for an easy name
to print on the blame and dull their shame.
I said, "If you need one word for the door,
write 'pressure' there, and nothing more."

[Bridge]
In the lot by the loading, with the rail below,
the honest wind said what we all should know:
a name is cheap when the facts run thin,
and threats ring loud when the truth comes in.
So slow it down, let the old notes stand tall,
don't hand one poor player the weight of it all.

[Outro]
So check the plan, check the guard, check the line,
check the stacked shifts and the rushed-in fine.
The tune can ring, and the truth can too:
we keep what’s sung, and we tell it true.

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[Verse 1] The suit said, "Son, that clock's too tight, that punch-card rhythm's gonna start a fight." I wiped my name off the old shop wall, said, "You can blame the time, but that ain't the call." "Then what is?" "Upstream, farther back, where they shaved the margins on the first long track." "You mean the shift?" "No, look again, it's the hours they squeezed with a fountain pen." [Pre-Chorus] Who signed off fast? Who skipped the walk? Who called it good and muzzled talkin'? [Chorus] The schedule is the hazard, friends, it only tells you where you are Look upstream for the frayed old rules and downstream for the scar The schedule is the hazard, friends, it only tells you where you are Look upstream for the frayed old rules and downstream for the scar [Verse 2] They said, "That squeal will make stocks jump." I said, "A rushed check will do that, and then some." They said, "That line points fingers plain." I said, "So does a logbook stamped in pain." Fatigue had teeth by the end of the run, and the floor still echoed like a bad day drum. One hand said "wait," one mail said "go," and a third got buried in the quota snow. [Pre-Chorus] Who was tired? Who was late? Who let the warning come too late? [Chorus] The schedule is the hazard, friends, it only tells you where you are Look upstream for the frayed old rules and downstream for the scar The schedule is the hazard, friends, it only tells you where you are Look upstream for the frayed old rules and downstream for the scar [Verse 3] Out by the gatehouse near the loading river, morning frost still clung to the locks like shiver. Threat letter slid in before the kettle cooled, with three clauses bold and two more fooled. Somebody reached for an easy name to print on the blame and dull their shame. I said, "If you need one word for the door, write 'pressure' there, and nothing more." [Bridge] In the lot by the loading, with the rail below, the honest wind said what we all should know: a name is cheap when the facts run thin, and threats ring loud when the truth comes in. So slow it down, let the old notes stand tall, don't hand one poor player the weight of it all. [Chorus] The schedule is the hazard, friends, it only tells you where you are Look upstream for the frayed old rules and downstream for the scar The schedule is the hazard, friends, it only tells you where you are Look upstream for the frayed old rules and downstream for the scar [Outro] So check the plan, check the guard, check the line, check the stacked shifts and the rushed-in fine. The tune can ring, and the truth can too: we keep what’s sung, and we tell it true.

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