Mayor shouts, “Bring him here” while the desert takes the light. Gold’s the price, but the dunes will steal it by night. Face on every sign fades into red and sand. They hunt a name the wind erased from every hand. “Take him alive!” echoes through the burning heat. Every dog howls, every boot leaves a bitter beat. Glance like a shard, slicing air, sharp and cold. This land will crush him before the story’s told. Take him alive take him alive — Face the fear and seize the prize. Take him alive take him alive — His fate was written in the skies. ( alive, alive) The dust he leaves rides over dying land. His crooked grin’s a riddle no one understands. The wind devours each trace he dared to make. A ghost who rides the storm and never breaks. He wore a tattered coat and a battered hat, Telling lies in the square like it’s all he’s got. Sat with the gang on the rotten steps, Like he didn’t care—like he’d already lost. Old train yard’s the place where the trap was set, Clue in the dirt—they won’t forget. Lured the starving dogs off the main track, Left a bloody scent to hold them back. Take him alive take him alive — Face the fear and seize the prize. Take him alive take him alive — His fate was written in the skies. ( alive, alive) The dust he leaves rides over dying land. His crooked grin’s a riddle no one understands. The wind devours each trace he dared to make. A ghost who rides the storm and never breaks. A mark on the bridge — etched in rust and soot, Dawn steals him away, swallowed by the mute. No trophy, no prize — just a name erased, Dust in the wind, fading to grey, lost in the waste. Alive. Only alive. Take him alive take him alive — Face the fear and seize the prize. Take him alive take him alive — His fate was written in the skies. ( alive, alive) The dust he leaves is all the story’s worth. His crooked grin foretells a darker birth. The wind erases every mark like a curse. A ghost whose name the city speaks in hush. The city chews on its pride. The Seeker rewrites his sky.
