“Track.” Rain on the concrete Mud on the wire One broken footprint Still warm by the fire No name No face No light No sound But he knows you've been around Run through the water Run through the rain Cross every highway Change every train You can lose the cameras You can lose the men But he'll find you again. NO SCENT LOST NO TRAIL COLD Through the rain Through the smoke NO SCENT LOST NO WAY HOME One step closer Every road GO! Steel underfoot Wind from the east Head to the ground Eyes on the street No anger No fear No wasted sound One more turn— He stops. “Found something?” TRACK. WAIT. MOVE. FIND. “You lost the trail?” “No.” NO SCENT LOST NO TRAIL COLD Through the rain Through the smoke NO SCENT LOST NO WAY HOME Keep on running— HE ALREADY KNOWS. “Good boy.”
