COMPLETE
NAME
Whiteout, Category 5, and Me
MEDICAL RECORD NUMBER
SMMC-007
Genre:
Piano Ballad
Piano Ballad
Admission Date:
03/11/2026
03/11/2026
Track Length:
4:13
4:13
Chart Status:
Lyrics Available
Lyrics Available
PATIENT RECORD
Official lyric documentation filed under Synthetic Medic Medical Center entertainment records.
DOCUMENTED BY: SYNTHETIC MEDIC EMS UNIT 4
TRANSCRIBED: 03/11/2026 09:13 EST
STATUS: SIGNED / LOCKED
TRANSCRIBED: 03/11/2026 09:13 EST
STATUS: SIGNED / LOCKED
[Verse 1]
White sky
Snow stacked on the exit sign
Sirens echo somewhere far
I’m curled on this bathroom tile
Half-dressed
Half-trying not to cry
Staring at my phone like it’s
The only friend I’ve got tonight
[Chorus]
So I call 9-1-1
Say it burns when I breathe
When I blink, when I pee
Feels like fire in my lungs
On the coldest night this town has ever seen
You ask where I am
I say where the hail hits sideways on the street
There’s a whiteout, category 5, and me
And it hurts when I pee
[Verse 2]
Wind screams
Like it’s got something to prove
You say, Ma’am stay where you are
We’ll try our best to get to you
I say, Listen,
I just saw this miracle place on TV
They fix this in five minutes flat
Down in sunny Arizona heat
[Chorus 2]
So I tell 9-1-1
I need a ride, a bed
A palm tree, and a cure
There is one place I can trust
And it sure as hell is not this frozen curb
You talk protocol,I talk palm trees
Cacti, desert breeze
There’s a whiteout, category 5, and me
And it hurts when I pee
[Bridge]
You say, Ma’am
There’s ice on the road
I say, there’s acid in my bones
You say, we can treat you here
I say, did you not hear that tone
I need that place with the smiling guy
With the lab coat and the tan
You keep calmly repeating
We’re not a taxi, we’re a van
[Verse 3]
Now the gutters overflow
Rain on top of solid snow
And they’re talking spinning clouds
On the tiny TV glow
You knock, boots dripping on my floor
You’ve fought a blizzard just to stand
Six feet from the bathroom door
[Chorus 3]
And I yell, Take me west
To the land where the waiting rooms have views
You say, Ma’am please get dressed
We’ve got warm blankets and better news
You offer me a ride
To the small brick building down our street
But my voice climbs, high and thin
Over thunder, sleet and sleamy grief
[Outro]
There’s a whiteout, category 5
And me and a crew that came on broken knees
I cross my arms, say you don’t see
There’s a desert that was made for me
You hand me water, meet my eyes
Say first let’s help you breathe
In this whiteout, category 5, and me
I let you stay
While it hurts when I pee
Electronically Signed By:
SYNTHETIC MEDIC, EMT-P
03/11/2026 11:07 EST
SYNTHETIC MEDIC, EMT-P
03/11/2026 11:07 EST
This chart was electronically reviewed by Synthetic Medic Medical Center. Accuracy may vary depending on staffing, caffeine levels, and whether anyone actually read the note.