[Intro] Bridge lights ticking on in the dusk. Columbia glass below the girders. Fog laying low by the pilings. Megler steel stretching out ahead. Dash light dim. Thermos by the shifter. Let’s go. [Verse 1] We hit the Megler bridge ramp Where the river meets the sky Truss shadows move across the dash Oregon slips off like a coat Washington opens in one long span Barges crawl slow under us I crack the window for the change [Prechorus] Some drives are errands in better shoes This one showed up with a reason No clock in the cab worth hearing Just river, then trees, then season [Chorus] Breaker one-nine, Columbia We’re rollin’ two-lane up to St. Helens Water riding low, mountain straight ahead Let the river pass the town by Let the ridgeline carry the load Breaker one-nine, Columbia Best blacktop on this road [Verse 2] Northbound now, the asphalt ribbons tight The air gets thinner, a little more true She hasn’t blown in years, but she still owns the sky A white shoulder watching what we do Road curls like it learned from the blast I don’t need a summit. I need this passing. [Prechorus] I used to chase a view like it might leave Now I let the guardrail do the talking St. Helens doesn’t perform. She just sits there While the rest of us do the walking [Chorus] Breaker one-nine, Columbia We’re rollin’ two-lane up to St. Helens Water riding low, mountain straight ahead Let the river pass the town by Let the ridgeline carry the load Breaker one-nine, Columbia Best blacktop on this road [Spoken] Ain’t about getting there first. It’s about the span, the pull-offs, and that first look when she fills the glass. [Verse 3] We take a turnout where the valley drops away Engine idling like it knows the hymn Ash-gray distance, green coming back for years A quiet that don’t ask for an explanation I could turn around and still call it a win The ride already did what I came to get [Bridge] River first Then the climb Then the mountain Teaching time Don’t talk it down Don’t make it small Let the road Do it all [Chorus] Breaker one-nine, Columbia We’re rollin’ two-lane up to St. Helens Water riding low, mountain straight ahead Let the river pass the town by Let the ridgeline carry the load Breaker one-nine, Columbia Best blacktop on this road [Outro] Steel behind us. Snow in the windshield. Mount St. Helens. Yeah. Enjoy the ride.
